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Where I sit, the door 3 feet to my left opens directly out to my backyard. Just now, a squirril came hopping along with a walnut, happy with his find, trying to look for a place to bury his happy walnut. He took about 2 steps into my house, and I started at him... Making him drop his walnut and prance 2 feet back. When I was quiet again, he came back, took his walnut, and walked away, never looking back.

It's like my ties with people. I've always wanted to come close to a squirril. There are times when I even slowly stalked up on one, trying to get as close as I could without the little thing running away. But then, when the little bugger came at it's own free will, I scared it away. Just like I scare away people that love me, and try to entice those that stay away.

I found it amusing that he was brave enough to grab the walnut in the end. It got what it wanted, afterall. Once again, Patrick is right. I think too much.

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Posted by Kim @ 11:33 AM PST