So, squirrels are pretty much my favorite non-domestic creature ever.
It should come as no surprise then that I spent a good 10 minutes in the park yesterday afternoon during lunch watching an adorable, bushy-tailed little guy fish a brown paper bag of half-eaten lunch out of the park’s wooden trash bin, carry it over the safety of a large nearby tree surrounded by a fresh pile of autumn leaves, slither his squirmy little self into the bag, re-emerge with a chunk of cheeseburger, and have himself a noontime feast.
It was love at first sight.
At moments like these all I can think is, “Ted is so lucky I cannot catch a squirrel.”
In honor of the little dude who totally brightened my day, I bring you my favorite squirrel accessory necessity:
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I just publicly admitted to wanting a squirrel mug. I have become that person. It’s only a matter of time until I graduate to the recesses of wearing “holiday sweaters.”
At least it’s a rockin’ squirrel mug.
I’m not ninety quite yet.
