I have seen the squirrel again. Twice, in fact. Each time around eleven in the morning and on the same block of the same street. I see her dash across the street with the acorn in her mouth and in three different yards, bury the acorn. She does it whole heartedly with quick efficient strokes. I guess there’s not much doubt in an animal’s mind. They are either doing it or not doing it.
These two people are reacting to the same news.
It’s like that sometimes. Sometimes it’s W. T. F. wtf? and sometimes
i’m going crazy beacuse of this andsome days it’s all caffeine, banana bread and corn chips
somedays it’s just hard to stay in Balance.. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Somedays it isn’t.
I met a squirrel yesterday. And I sort of followed her as we were walking the same way. I waited while she buried the acorn. At first tentatively and then busily in a perfectly manicured lawn. Not golf course but close. Afterwards the squirrel turned around, rose on its hind legs and looked at me. Hey, I can keep a secret.