Saturday, August 6


I haven’t always hated squirrels.
I don’t know where this came from all the sudden, but recently, I really don’t like to get even close to these fast little rats.
I mean their cute right? so whats the big deal?? I know its weird, but i just can’t let it go. Maybe it was the article I read about the lady getting her eyes ripped out by a tiny little helpless squirrel. yeah I guess maybe that was it. so I guess with that in mind I’m mature enough to admit that my hatred stems from fear.
Fear that I myself will experience one jumping on my head and rip out my eyeballs maybe?
Fear of going for a run, and feeling a bushy tail on my leg and a pair of sharp talons on my leg.
On one hand, I believe the squirrel to be a smart little animal. I believe they know things. They can sense my fear, and in turn, they mess with me…torment me, if you will. On the other hand, I believe they have nuts for brains (pardon the pun). I mean, think about what they do when your driving. They play a mean game of chicken. Running back and forth the road to see who can get hit by the big car first? i mean come on.
My Mr. Meyers firmly believes that I need to let this go-I agree, but it isn’t that easy. This squirrel anxiety has been a part of me for so long. I mean, its been almost a month now, how can I just shut it off? I can’t pretend that when I take a stroll in our new neighborhood, (which I’m sure has won awards for having the most trees in Twin Falls) that everything is okay.
It’s like a Hitchcock film…where the birds have been replaced by rats with furry tails, and Tippi replaced by yours truly.
Maybe this blog post will serve as my first step in the healing process.
That, and a bb gun.
have a good weekend, and stay away from trees:)
* Unsure of origin of photo. Old archives from Redbubble.

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