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Tuesday, January 06, 2004
I suppose this can be considered a New Year's resolution, but it's something I've done many times before and hope to do a few days a week from here on out: Spend my lunch hour walking around downtown Boston, ending up in the Commons, feedin' squirrels. I did it again today and was overwhelmed by the number (and flat-out fatness) of the ones that gathered 'round, looking to score some peanuts. At one point I counted well over a dozen, most on the ground, some on the bench around me, even one sitting my freakin' lap.
 Obviously, these suckers aren't shy. I don't know anyone with a squirrel fixation deeper than mine, but even I was kinda freaked out with one sitting on my Doc Marten, one on my knee, and another leaping up onto my shoulder. A hungry little bugger even jumped straight inside my package of peanuts (insert your own custom 'nutsack' joke here). Greedy, but cute, little guy.  shoulder squirrel Walking outta the park I was the pied piper o' peanuts. A horde of squirrels followed me to the gate, stopped as I left, and stared longingly at me as I headed down Boylston. Fat, fuzzy little food whores.   |
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