I was walking my dog early this morning when there was a loud "plop" just behind me. It sounded like someone had thrown the Sunday Times from about 50 feet away. I looked around for the newspaper, and the only thing I could see was a squirrel laying on the ground twisting its arms and legs around. You know, I've never seen an old squirrel. Then again, I have no idea how to tell how old they are. Did this guy just have a mid-air heart attack while going through his morning routine? Or maybe he mistimed one jump and took the plunge 40 feet to flat pavement. Either way, not a pleasant reminder of my own mortality or the fact that all our lives hang in a delicate balance. Plus now I have to worry that dead squirrels might fall out of trees onto me.
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