It's Tuesday afternoon as I write this, but it won't post until midnight. I'm hoping by that time, I'll be requiring smelling salts as I come out of a dead faint after learning I've won the Megamillions lottery. Two hundred and fifty two million is nothing to sneeze at, and hey! A girl can dream, can't she?
Sitting in my swing this afternoon, I was considering
how I'll spend that money my place in the universe when the little black squirrel I've been watching all summer took off down the street like a bat out of hell. Really, all I saw was a flash of black and green and heard the sound, whoopwhoopwhoopwhoopwhoopwhoopwhoopwhoop. Say it really fast, and that's exactly the sound I heard. It looked and sounded so ludicrous, I started to laugh. The little thief had stolen an ear of corn from the neighbor's yard. The piece, which was 3 times as long as she is, made the whooping noise as she ran off to get close to her tree.
She's the same squirrel that runs like crazy and then falls down in the middle of the street and plays dead. Right when you start to think she is, she jumps back up and runs some more. Watching her do this is hysterical because she looks like she's hit a brick wall when she falls.
Quite obviously, I'm easily entertained.
ETA: Ok, I'm sorry most of you don't seem to have ever seen a black squirrel. I found the following article quite interesting in terms of an explanation. The takeover seems to be Canada's fault. You can read it here.
