A few years ago, back when we lived in the *dry* land of sunshine (as opposed to one of the wet ones), our little hiking troupe faced a fierce offensive from the animal world. It started out kind of cute, but that squirrel chased us for about a 1/4 mile. In the end Ariana was screaming and Jeremy and I were ready to stomp the thing to death, if we were not so scared that it would jump on us. I would much rather take on a rattler, or even a cobra, than a aggressive squirrel. After arriving back here, where there are millions of squirrels, and poisonous snakes are rare, I found this card, that accurately portrays the feelings we felt that day.
This really makes me laugh. Reminds me of when I was in England at St. James park and decided to feed the”cute,little, chubby” squirrels. Well, one was rather aggressive and didn’t want to wait for his food to be thrown to him like all the other well behaved squirrels. He attacked me and climbed up my legs onto my torso. I, ofcourse, looked like an idiot screaming and jumping around trying to get the son of a …(what do you call a mother squirrel?) off me. It was funny a few minutes later, but pretty terrifying at the time.
By the way, I am glad you and Bethany have stopped by my blog. And I enjoy doing the same with yours.