I couldn’t help it, he just scampered into the middle of the road without looking! The mater yelled at me but it was either me or him, as any sudden maneuvers in the RAV4 are…err…ill-advised.

 

There was an almost imperceptible thud sound which caused me to wince. I glanced at the rear view and did a double take. There on the hard, baked tarmac he was spasmodically flipping up and down. For an insane second it looked like he was doing push-ups in a bid to show how tough he was (despite his lower half being a pancake).

The suggestion of “flipping a bitch and delivering the coup de grace” earned a withering look from the mater, possibly because it was delivered verbatim as it was typed. Apparently the idea of running someone over twice was in bad taste, how was I to know? Well I’m not going to lose any sleep over contributing to road kill. For one thing the squirrels over here are not exactly the cute, little lenas that fellow bloggers have displayed affection towards. One of my most terrifying memories from a short time I spent living in the US as a kid was a squirrel jumping a pigeon in Woodley Park. There was just something so wrong about a carnivorous squirrel.

That said I hope the little bugger’s mates took the lesson to heart…and learn to look both ways the next time.