Suicide Squirrels

The other day I turned into my complex to find a dead squirrel in the middle of the road and another squirrel standing there starring at it, sad. I slowed down as I approached the squirrel in mourning, and he wouldn't move.

I slowing rolled toward him, and he wouldn't move.

Finally, I had to stop right in front of the street funeral because this damn squirrel would not leave his fellow squirrel's side.

I backed up, and got as far to the right as I could as not to disturb the moment; or get squirrel guts on my car.

Since then, I have turned into my complex many other times and there have been two other instances where a squirrel jets into the middle of the road as I approach the spot of the vehicular squirrel slaughter. If the squirrels could make a little cross with flowers and a picture to put there, I'm sure they would.

This morning, I almost ran over one of them. For a moment, I thought I did and actually had to stop, open my door and check to see if I had.

I'm not quite sure why the squirrels in my complex aren't happy. But they need to stop running out in front of my car!