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I hope she won something more than bragging rights

They managed to convince me to go camping again. The saving grace was that it’s no longer 5,000 degrees anymore, and I was going to

“Hello lady”

have  a friend along. Just about the minute we arrived, a squirrel bounced into our campsite.

“Hey, a squirrel!” I shrieked in excitement.

“DO. NOT. PLAY. WITH. IT,” My Honey instructed with both stern face and tone. “We’re NOT taking a squirrel home.”

Whatever. I’m not a maniac.

On Saturday, everyone decided to go out on the lake and blessedly didn’t try to make me go. I spent a perfectly lovely day by myself. I wrote three pages then went and took a shower. After that, I plopped myself in a lawn chair and read an entire book. It was outrageously lovely.

Until the squirrel invasion.

It started out with just that one squirrel from before, with the cute bushy tail and an inquisitive face. He paused several yards away and observed me for a bit, then bounced away. In mere minutes, he reappeared with a friend. I named them Robert and Mathilda – because I name everything. It’s a bit absurd.

Uncle Jeb followed along with Squeakers and then Bruiser showed up.

So long as I was quiet, they would dart around our campsite, coming up onto our porch where I sat and even got so bold as to run around underneath my chair. They would prop themselves up on their butts, balanced by their tails, and hold their tiny paw-hands in prayer and implore me with their eyes saying, “Please, lady, can I have some popcorn?”

After a couple of hours of this, Robert came very bravely up to my feet and touched my flipflop with his little hands and then darted away.

I’m certain it was some sort of double-dog-dare squirrel style.

Immediately following Robert’s successful turn, the smallest of the squirrels appeared at the edge of the porch. I read my book and tried to ignore her, but I espied her sneaking forward out of the corner of my eye. I focused on my book until she was right at the foot of my chair. I glanced down. She inched forward. I held my breath. She leaned in, very slowly, and nipped my toe.

I screamed and she ran away at mach speed.

What exactly would you have done if the most adorable squirrel ever nibbled on your toe? You’d scream, I assure you.

My Honey spent the rest of the weekend waiting for me to start foaming.

2 Responses to I hope she won something more than bragging rights

  • Tara Simone says:

    Your lovely tail…I mean tale, almost makes me want to go camping. And then I take another sip of my S’mores flavored vodka – yes you heard me right – S’mores flavored vodka on ice – and rethink the whole camping thing. Hmmmm…I’ll live vicariously through you.

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