The Squirrels

I think Alfred Hitchcock missed one.

I was out for my morning mosey when I was stopped by a horde of squirrels running across the street in front of me.  I've never seen that many in one place - we're talking a couple dozen at least - and Lord knows what they were up to.  I didn't hear any screaming or spot any dogs chasing them, and there wasn't anything obvious across the street that would attract them.  Maybe they were all headed for the swimming pool?  It's surprising that anything wearing a fur coat would be running in this weather.

Anyway, I stopped dead in my tracks.   A lot of people think squirrels are cute, but not me.  Those beady little rodent eyes and skittery little rodent paws and sharp little rodent teeth: nope nope nopity-nope.  I looked around for the closest tree to climb and wondered where you can get the rabies vaccine around here.  Apparently the newer vaccines are a lot less awful than the older ones, but I'm not in any hurry to verify this for myself.  And what with covid vaccines and Shingrix vaccines and RSV vaccines and flu shots, I'm already a damned pin cushion.

I plan to give all viruses a miss, thank you very much, especially ones carried by furry little critters.