I never know what to write on these things.The other day I was driving down the road and I saw a squirrel lying in the middle of the street. He was on his back with his little legs sticking straight up into the air. I didnt want to run him over so I honked at him. It didnt move, he simply looked at me with an annoyed expression on his little squirrel face. I rolled down the window and yelled Move Squirrel! He sighed and slowly got up and walked over to the curb. Maybe he was simply watching the clouds; Id like to think so. I couldnt imagine what could be so terrible that would cause a squirrel to want to take his life in such a dramatic fashion.
