The squirrel. The better-looking rat. We are superficial when
it comes to animals. What does it mean to be a cute animal? Do the more
aesthetically pleasing ones have more human-like snouts? Do we compare them to
Willy the gray-haired store clerk, or Cindy the motherly schoolteacher? Is it
just me or is the movement of the squirrel much like a furry lizard? Not the
face, the face is very mammalian, but the rest of the body that has this
herky-jerky quality of movement.
She sits in front of me, as I nosh some nuts. These are ready
to eat right away, but you are the prepper. The animal version of the person
who stocks ammo, and freeze-dried food waiting for nuclear winter to strike.
The one who hasn’t heard about the new “safer” nuclear reactors that Bill Gates
is pushing…
Alright then. Prep away.
I flick a nut at the upright rodent. It’s as if I zapped her
with a remote control. She pauses in frame. I am suddenly conscious of my
breathing, as I look at this tiny statue before me. She comes to life and turns
first her eyes side to side, then head. She doesn’t want anyone to know about
her secret stash. As any good prepper would she avoids detection. She skips
forward towards the nut in an amazing movement involving every muscle and
becomes a statue once more. She thinks: move quickly enough it and it will
hypnotize him and any other watcher. Am I sure that doll wasn’t already
this close? It looks the same just nearer.
I got my eye on you squirrel. I am the eye in (on) the sky
(bench) looking at you, I can read your mind. I blink twice. The nut and
squirrel are gone. Was it my imagination? Is this like when you look at a light
and you get those purplish-blue flashes in your vision? Like that, except I
looked at a gray tree for too long and I’m seeing squirrels everywhere? I enjoy
asking, it saves on answers, or even more taxing: reasons.
Out of side eye, I see her, or doppelganger (is it offensive
to say all squirrels look the same? I know you’re not supposed to say that
about humans, but other animals are fine, right?) Attached to a tree blended
into the watercolours of the fall eve shadows cheeks gorging on a nut. She
isn’t a prepper after all…
In the distance I see more squirrels scaling up trees with
talons more akin to birds than mammals. I could just sit and watch them doing
whatever they are doing for hours. Why is this so entertaining?



