I was walking towards a building, and I happened upon a squirrel digging for food in the grass. It looks at me, I look at it, and I approach it very carefully. I come close to about 6 inches from the creature till it finally scampers off. The next thing I know, the squirrel begins to follow me. I stop, and it trots forward. As I pass through the door of the building, it follows me in!
False. But I did get stalked by the squirrel.
Speaking of our bushy-tailed brethren, a lot of squirrels have been appearing all over my neighborhood. I can't recall ever seeing a squirrel around my house, as they seem to habitat the adjacent town that's chockful of really old trees and forests. Anyway, I have an herb garden in my backyard (yes, I know I just lost 57 masculinity points), and those fucking critters are eating them. I hope they choke on my cilantro next time and die.
Fuckers.
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