I don't swerve when squirrels run out in front of my car; I don't go out of my way to hit squirrels, nor do I accelerate, but I also make no attempt to NOT hit squirrels (perhaps this is because of my
battle with the squirrels in my attic, which fans of this blog might remember).
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Could also be because of your college roommate -- who was nicknamed "Squirrel," and whom you secretly always worried was smarter than you.
i don't think the word "smart" was bandied around very much in that sty of a room.
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