Pretty sure he's there because I'm feeding him pieces of my dinner. I hear this isn't so good for them and can actually lead to a sad little squirrel death. But they're so goddamned cute.
When my mom sees a squirrel, this is what she does:
She's far more likely to nab one in one of her specially-designed squirrel cages, though, which, when occupied, she'll place in a plastic bag and secure to the back end of a running car. Yeah, I know---when's the last time you saw a Nazi in periwinkle pants?
Levi found a new site, failblog.org. Visiting it will change your life.
