‘Bout a million years ago, I saved a squirrel from certain death on a busy road.
He was gripping a walnut firmly in his jaws whilst dodging rush hour traffic.
I threw a towel over him and hustled him into my car.
Then I went to the dumpster behind a liquor store to get a box to transport him to safer environs.
As I tried to put him in the box he shot out of the towel and used my bottom lip as a springboard to freedom.
He launched out the car window and disappeared to a housing development nearby, walnut still firmly clenched.
[every time I see “Ice Age”, Scrat make me think of him]
I still have the “interesting” scar from his hind claws.
“...used my bottom lip as a springboard to freedom”
Lol.