This squirrel fell from the sky onto my neighbor’s fence. I saw it while walking back from buying eggs and at first wondered what kind of sicko was the kind of sicko to mount a dead squirello to a fence. I felt my head slowly shake on its own accord and I actively worried for the youth. Then I looked up at the branches overhead and it all became very clear, and I could imagine him falling, her falling, she leapt for a branch and missed, then fell. And it was a hell of a thing to admire for a few minutes until another neighbor got wind and came outside with a plastic bag on his hand. Because if his young daughter saw the squirrel she’d shit her pants or stop believing in God or something worse. He is a good man, my neighbor. One who regularly handles business.
It occurred to me just the other day how many squirrels die as the result of unforced errors. This would appear to be yet another.