Right after I got back from Mexico, I saw this strange thing in the park across the street from my house.
What the hell? It looked like a squirrel eating a squirrel. Or with a very strange mouth.
I watched for a while. This was a Mama Squirrel moving her babies from one next to another. She'd run up the tree on one side of the walk, grab a baby, then run down, across the walk, and up the other tree.
At one point, she glared at me and unleashed a string of obscenities.
A man walked down the walk right as she approached. I stopped him, alarmed.
"What?"
"Squirrel."
He probably thought I was a lunatic.
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