My soon-to-be-daughter-in-law (my what a lot of dashes) almost hit a squirrel this morning on her way to work. As the crazed little critter darted out, then froze in place, she came to a traumatizing (for her) halt, only to see the creature then dart in front of a car coming the opposite direction. That car also stopped. Said squirrel took off with, as she said, a rather ‘Fuck you’ attitude while she frantically tried to pull herself – and the inside of her car – together.
I have had this exact, and I mean EXACT, thing happen – squirrel darts, stops, stares, I honk. It then runs into the path of an oncoming car that screeches, stops, and lands in ditch. Ouch. Same squirrel? The ‘tude was there, but this was much further on down the road, and much as I hate to say it, squirrel number 1 was not destined to live long if he kept up those antics.
This is crazy-squirrel time, and I’m sure there’s a very scientific reason why, but notice as you’re driving (or biking or walking), the significant increase in the number of squirrel bodies lining the road. It’s fall. My guess is they are in manic mode to get all their nuts buried before winter.
Okay, so now to come clean – I have always heard that you should hit an animal to avoid hurting or killing a human being. I’m afraid I don’t see myself as qualified to determine what life form is more valuable or deserving than another – especially not in this day and age.