Squirrels, Death and Me

I was almost killed by a squirrel the other day. (The word squirrel just doesn't look right to me...just saying.) Only my finely tuned reflexes and superior survival instincts saved me.

Well, that's it people. Post is over.

OK, I guess I owe you an explanation huh? So I was going up the stairs to my place on the second floor. When I reached the landing, that's when the attack happened. The squirrel ambushed me and started to hop around.

To the untrained observer, it would have appeared the critter was scared and was jumping around to find an escape route. But I knew better. That deadly animal was using the Quart of Blood Technique on me.

That same untrained observer would have thought that I was screaming like a girl while using the lord's name in vain. However what I was doing, was a time tested maneuver that was able to disrupt the timing of the evil monster.

After seeing that it's advantage of surprised was spoiled, to beast did the wise thing and turned tail, literally, and ran away. To this day, I have no idea what provoked the attack, or why the squirrel marked me for death, but rest assured I will be ready for the next attack.

He can even bring some friends.

I will be waiting.