Random Esquire

So, remember my tail-less squirrel friend?  She first showed up here.  That’s when I discovered that she was definitely a SHE.  We had an October reunion when she buried crackers I’d given her in my neighbor’s flower pots.

She returned a few days ago.  And it has become clear that I’ve spoiled her.  Not because she’s big, mind you.  It’s because now, when she’s hungry, she comes right up to the patio door and stares inside, completely unafraid of Little Filthy’s barking.  She hangs out until I give her something – in this case, some cereal.

She used to be coy and accept dinner only at my insistence.  I got used to seeing her cute little face.  Then she played hard to get.  Then she came back and I was pleased and gave her dinner.  And now…she demands my attention whenever she wants it.

Dude.

I think….

…I think I’m married to a squirrel.