Moving House

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.