suicidal squirrels
I’ve had my drivers license for a little over 16 years and have never received a traffic ticket. But, I can say in the last 3 years; since moving back to the Chicago area, I have killed 3 squirrels. The first 2 was horrid. I remember calling Nathan at work sobbing…I truly was sad, but also VERY pregnant with Penelope. The worst part, the “running over” was on my street (both) and so I would pass the poor souls until the snow covered them up and they disintegrated.
So- last Saturday I struck again! It was awful because I was going about 55 mph and I couldn’t just slam on my breaks. The poor little guy was in the center of the street and couldn’t make up his mind so he was skittering about back and forth…and then…
Ironically, Simon studied squirrels in preschool this week. I don’t know, maybe it’s not a coincidence. Maybe the victims came back to haunt me.
I really do love you little guys, even though you eat all my bird seed meant for the birds!
I am amazed with how well Simon can write his name. Sometimes he decides to use all the right letters, but in a different order. I’m sure his teacher wants to pull her hair out!
I love this busy picture of the kids. They are so content to paint…again, I love the lighting in our house in the morning. So much creative magic!