Seriously, what is wrong with the squirrels in the fall? They are almost as crazy as they are in the spring and there is a certain manic quality to them all. As I drive to school to watch more movies about hemorrhage and read signs in our skills lab that read, “DON’T INJECT THE BABIES!” I see squirrels appear as though they are committing suicide. It is as though the quest for whatever squirrels desire most this time of year is like some weird version of squirrel crack and they are impulsive, daredevilish and madstupidcrazy. The ones in our backyard are rolling around on the ground, hopping sideways and dashing through the fallen leaves leaving a blurry trace of gray/brown fur.
It is kind of freaking me out.
I am really stressed with this rotation for some reason and just can’t seem to get myself together and the squirrels are not helping. I have one heart-attack a day because some furry idiot decides to run in front of my car, then NO, dashes back and then OH YES, I SHALL FLING MYSELF IN FRONT OF YOUR TIRES AS I TURN TO STARE YOU DOWN WITH MY MAD CRAZY SQUIRREL EYES.
The squirrels are freaking me out.