Presently, a squirrel landed about 6 feet away, barely missing the red brick walk way. (Fortunately, it had rained the night before and the ground was soft.) I stopped and looked at the squirrel. It shook it's head and looked at me as if to say, "Haven't you ever seen a squirrel fall out of a tree?," before running back up the aforementioned oak.
An indellible memory of my first day at UNC. I still think that squirrels are stupid and NOT good to eat.
Garde la Foi, mes amis! Nous nous sommes les sauveurs de la République! Maintenant et Toujours!
(Keep the Faith, my friends! We are the saviors of the Republic! Now and Forever!)
LonePalm, le Républicain du verre cassé (The Broken Glass Republican)
Ah yes....the uppity Squirrels of Chapel Hill. Think they own the place, they do. I once shoved a squirrel off a 3rd floor deck of a Chapel Hill apartment. The lousy rat walked away from it.
But I have some happier memories of UNC squirrels. Like the time one squirrel got caught in a tree whilst it was being rolled after a basketball game. :)