The squirrels that live around my building are fucking huge. I'd ceased to notice it until the other day, when I was in a different neighborhood. For a moment I thought that the squirrels in this other neighborhood were freakishly small, but then I realized that they were totally normal, and that I had just gotten used to ginormous squirrels. This doesn't bother me unless while looking at them I remember that a squirrel is only a rat with a cute, bushy tail.
Sometimes, in my minds eye, I strip them of the cute tail, and they become big, fat rats frolicking in the tree outside my window. I hate it when that happens.
Don't get me wrong, I like squirrels. I like the way they eat. I admire their brazenness. But I am sick of them. I want new animals roaming the city.
Specifically, these guys:
And these guys:
P.S. Remember a couple years ago when that bear was wandering around the U-District for a couple days?
4 comments:
What is that second one?
it is a pink fairy armadillo and i love it.
OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD!!! Did I ever tell you the story about when my dad caught a wild squirrel and shaved its tail, then rereleased it into society?
I think I have.
But this totally reminded me of it for obvious reasons and I felt the need to make sure.
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