I mentioned in passing last week to my son that it’s nearly July. He tilted his head, “Does that mean that summer is OVER?” I couldn’t tell if he was disappointed or like me, done with ALL THE HEAT. No dude, summer lasts FOREVER in Florida. But I’m not going to complain or anything like that. Since we’re close to the beach we have a reprieve of sorts. In other words, it could be worse. (I’m looking at YOU Phoenix!)
But you wouldn’t know it by watching the wildlife.
The other day we looked out the window into our backyard and spotted this:
The squirrels in our neighborhood make it a sport to run back and forth on the back of our fence. Not unlike a carnival shooting range. And yes, I’ve thought about it, but no, have never done it.
Anyhoo. This squirrel stayed like this, unmoving, for many minutes. Not even blinking. Until I was quite certain that he was dead. My mind went to the dark place as I tried to figure out how to rid our fence of the rotting squirrel carcass, without, you know, TOUCHING it. I did consider letting nature takes its course and leave it for the vultures and the ants. (Avoidance is my best comping skill.) And call it a science project. (Hey. We’re homeschoolers.)
Jensen, who could stand the suspense no longer, decided to race out into the backyard to see what sort of tragedy had befallen the squirrel. I barely got the words, “JENSENNNN, NOOOOO” out before he cleared the door. As soon as the door slammed (stealth is not his gift), the squirrel sprung back to life and streaked across the fence and back out into the
nature preserve scary overgrowth.
The boy was understandably disappointed. My joy knew no bounds.
How hot is it in your neck of the woods?