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Monday, September 15, 2008

Showdown

The squirrels in my apartment complex are getting fatter. Some primordial DNA is kicking in and telling them to eat all day… eat all night… eat Aaron’s window screens if there is a tempting loaf of bread inside.

This morning one gave me the stink eye as I walked to the garage; I think it was contemplating how many calories my calves could add to its diet. We stared each other down. After I passed, I turned around to see it following me.

“Try it and die,” I said. I wasn’t kidding, and my voice had only a slight tremor.

Posted by Aaron on September 15, 2008 12:21 PM