The Redneck & the Squirrel
I Couldn't Believe my Eyes
Today, I walked to Target to get some supplies and walked down that same street where that ass hit the little squirrel that day. (The story I wrote called Human Spirit.)
As I walked back home, I could see a small, white pickup truck headed toward me. I saw something moving on the hood and as the truck drew closer, recognition came - there was a SQUIRREL running back and forth across the hood. I could see the driver's side window was down, and this guy was just driving along seemingly oblivious.
Still staring in disbelief, I started to yell, "Hey buddy! There's a squirrel on your truck. Maybe you should stop and get him off there." (I was afraid the little guy would fall off and get squished.)
And then...it happened. The little critter jumped INTO the driver's side window and on into the truck.
I turned, spotting the Confederate Flag gracing his rear window (hence my redneck assumption) and waited for him to start steering wildly and pulling toward the curb. This mad squirrel would chase him down the street - the guy screaming in squirrel terror.
But, that's not what happened at all. The dude just kept on driving with his PET squirrel lounging in the passenger seat, I'm sure. He was probably stretched out smoking a doobie by now.
This little scenario just struck me as REMARKABLE (and such a contrast to the BUTTHEAD who purposely killed a squirrel in front of me). I still can't imagine how he domesticated his little hood-dancing buddy to this point. Wow!
They're kinda cute, huh?
Signing Off,
The Still Reeling,
Angry Lesbian
11/13/07