We celebrated Cooper’s 13th birthday on Lido Beach yesterday. It was a great day filled with boating, tubing, swimming, and eating.
But thanks to a couple of party-crashing squirrels, hanging on to our lunch proved more difficult than hanging on to a tube traveling at 30 mph. Luke’s begging has nothing on these squirrels. This one was trying to jump into my car as I unloaded the coolers and bags.
We can all use our imaginations to form the picture of how that ride home would’ve gone. Moths flew out of my air conditioning vents once, and I nearly crashed my car. It’s extremely difficult to steer while swatting. And it’s hard to unpack a car with stalking squirrels around every tree. First, I found the bag with all the hamburger and hot dog buns on its side with one package on the ground. I didn’t think much of it at the time, so I picked the package up off the ground, tossed it onto one of the picnic tables and went to get another load from the car. Two minutes later, three tops, and this is what I came back to.
I put the package away again, took one more trip to the car, and then this…
There’s no disputing it. Remember my last squirrel post, Squirrel Crime on the Rise? I’m now a full-blown victim. Thank God it was only after the buns! Because, of course, I did nothing beyond stomping my feet. After reading about Kevin McDonald’s squirrel attack, one of my latest irrational fears is having a squirrel “go ballistic” on me. I say one of my latest because the last one came about Friday while kayaking. I was scared a mullet was going to jump into my kayak. I find it best to acknowledge these thoughts and move on…also to keep a respectable distance from squirrels.





















































