My bride of twenty-one-years has a gift.
Okay, to be honest, she has many gifts. Some of which I can discuss, while divulging others would get me beaten with a cast-iron frying pan. I really mean that, by the way; it’s happened before.
One of my spouse’s coolest gifts is her ability to charm the wildlife in our suburban refuge. Stray cats, possums, and especially squirrels, they all recognize our home as a McDonald’s. The front door is like a drive-thru.
Incidentally, this isn’t hyperbole. At all. We’ll often open the door, begin to step out and stop when confronted with a hungry, furry resident of Niagara Falls. This leads to specific sentences being shouted out in our home.
“Hey, Mom! Red Tail is out there! Hope you bought the cookies he likes!”
Which brings us to the following pic my daughter snapped yesterday.
I know what you’re thinking, and yes, it’s entirely possible this particular squirrel is a ninja master who lost both eyes in battle and now relies on his training to survive and vanquish his enemies.
Or maybe he was just blinking.
See you in the lobby, kids…