May We Have a Moment of Silence...
For the small and innocent squirrel that I ran over this evening?
eeeeeeeeeeeeeeek! Yes, I am ashamed to say that this horrible, horrible claim is true. I have smushed, runned over, flattened, crushed, an eensy, weensy little squirrel.
The poor thing was so tiny, it had to be someone's baby. I grovel at your feet mousepads, begging forgiveness. It ran out so suddenly, and I chose not to slam on the brakes as the whole family was in the car. I hoped and prayed that luck would be with the little one and that it would somehow miss the massive wheels of my two ton SUV. No such luck. We all felt the horrible bump and in my rearview mirror, I saw the little one lying still, in the middle of the asphalt.
*SOB*
In memory of 'Teensy' (yes, I call him Teensy), let us take a few moments to reflect upon the joy that his breed has brought us, and to Alan Rickman. There's a whole slew of squirrely fun that we've all laughed about until we cried, especially the Rickman Squirrel Debacle Wreaks Havoc at Berlinale Film Festival post.
For those of you not quite understanding what squirrels have to do with Alan Rickman, it's quite simple. Awhile back we hens got into a lengthy discussion that developed into a rabid obsesssion... we wanted to cause Alan Rickman to say the word squirrel in some public setting, because of our doing. Yes, we intended to proliferate this campaign, somehow, to the extent that he would learn of it, and feel amused enough to *gasp* humor us by intentionally peppering some interview answer at a press conference, for example, with the word 'squirrel'. We wanted to start a 'movement', a worldwide phenomenon, of such epic proportions that Teh Man could not help but acquiesce to our wishes. We could barely subdue our excitement at the mere thought of the word 'squirrel' slipping from Teh Lips via Teh Voice onto our so-not-worthy-ears.
So you see, squirrels are our mascot (well, other than hens, that is). Squirrels are the lifeblood of this network. Squirrels gave us a goal, a reason for living.
And I have crushed the precious life out of a squirrel, today, July 10, 2006.
A dark cloud hovers ominously over us all. Batten down the hatches. God save the Queen.
RIP Teensy.
