The squirrels know I’m injured. They line my walking path staring at me with those cold, black eyes…doll’s eyes.
I feel something at my feet, I trip, I’m falling. My head is spinning as I’m dragged into the burrow…
It’s dark, my head is pounding, I hear the sounds of gna
Oh dear God.
Call Carl Spackler.
Sorry, was channeling my inner Robert Shaw. Borrowed a line from Jaws. Damn squirrels were everywhere during my three-mile walk today.