tuesday june 26

today i was walking home along the sidewalk when i spotted a squirrel in the grass nearby, crouched down and seemingly poised to pounce on something unsuspecting. as i walked closer, i kept expecting the squirrel to make his move, as squirrels are wont to do when passersby enter their generous personal bubbles. as i passed within feet of him though, i came to the sudden and sobering realization that the squirrel was not, in fact, positioned in that particular pose because he was prepared to pounce, but rather because he was dead.


openedbycustoms said...


I love it. London is the place where squirrels come to die.

More entries like this, please.

Stuart A. Thompson said...