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).
Could also be because of your college roommate -- who was nicknamed "Squirrel," and whom you secretly always worried was smarter than you.
ReplyDeletei don't think the word "smart" was bandied around very much in that sty of a room.
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