Monday, November 2nd, 2009
No matter how bad your day was, at least a squirrel didn’t die on your bed.
Oh, and if it’s still a bad day, just think about what babies would look like if they had mustaches.
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November 3rd, 2009 at 12:28 am · Link
You’re serious? A squirrel really died on your bed?
Awww, thats terrible!
I’m sorry.
November 3rd, 2009 at 7:55 am · Link
@Dana: It wasn’t my bed. Thank goodness. It was my kid’s bed.
November 3rd, 2009 at 12:37 am · Link
I still can’t believe that happened O_o
Did you ever figure out how/why the squirrel died/got in there?
November 3rd, 2009 at 7:55 am · Link
@limecello: It came in through the window, must’ve been at top speed because it broke through two panes of glass and a screen!
November 4th, 2009 at 12:28 am · Link
Oh, dear.
So I just tried to submit this comment as simply “Oh, dear.” and was told by wordpress that the comment was too short and I should “please go back and try again”. I’m being critiqued by a blogging software? It’s like contest feedback, except with a slightly earnest, superior tone. Kind of like a PTA mom at a Halloween party.
I trust this will now be long enough. Carry on.
November 4th, 2009 at 1:44 am · Link
I had to fish one out of the pool one day. I really felt bad, because I had seen him near the edge but had assumed he would no better.
Guess not.
November 7th, 2009 at 10:00 am · Link
In a Twilight-Zone level role reversal, I said it was obviously ninja assassin squirrels fighting, and my husband said the wind probably blew it out of a tree.