Roadkill
Hmmmm. I'm kinda nervous today because I saw a furry speedbump lying in the middle of Echo Lane onto which my street opens. Yesterday, the little squirrel babies that Annika and I rescued, raised and released were visiting us. They were so tame that they would even crawl into our laps for food. This morning, one of them comes into the house for a walnut treat. And I stress the word "one." I'm so worried that its sibling is destined to be scraped off the road shortly (who the heck gets that helluva job, anyway?) I could see its very white belly, something my little sweetie had. I got as close as I could without puking and noticed its eyes (thankfully still in their sockets) were pretty familiar. Lastly, I noticed one of the squirrels had begun to venture from the backyard into the front, so it wouldn't be too much of a stretch for it to wander onto Echo. Jesus, as if it didn't get enough squirrel food from us, the greedy little fart. Oh sadness. I hope my suspicions aren't true. No mother wants to outive her children. Pray for my baby, folks.