It is the Season of the Doom. The days darken. Temperatures drop. And the Black Rodents of London are out for blood. Or nuts, at the very least.
I remember reading once that the term “squirrelly” was coined during the pioneer days, and it was used to describe homesteaders who had been forced to live on a diet of squirrel. I believe the explanation was that squirrel meat is almost all protein so the complete lack of fat caused the rodent-munching pioneers’ brains to misfire, causing them to say things like: “rasfram, gfrrnarlgm chagnm, ghum!” as though everyone could understand it. Though it may just have been the taste of tree rat drove them mad.
Another explanation would be to watch their behaviour during the month of November, right before the snow flies. Not that they aren’t devilishly clever too: man’s greatest enemy. [clip here if the embeddy thing doesn’t work]
I hate squirrels, and it doesn’t matter to me if they’re black, white or grey. I’m not politically correct when it comes to man’s greatest enemy.
If only we could harness their power for good! Or at least for our own ends. I can just envision a vast army of Ninja squirrels…
I only mention their color because some people who visit London are surprised and shocked by the black squirrel. I think they’re no more evil than the rest of them, but my dog seems to be some kind of squirrel racist.
We get really big squirrels over here, they have big claws and teeth, people keep telling me they are mandrills, but they’re arent mandrills in Australia…
I have a dream of building a squirrel army. If I could only capture them and break their little minds, creating a mindless army of devastation, all would be well. They keep eluding my traps, though, which consists of recruitment sign offering free tuition to a university of their choice.