I love squirrels. I have this inexplicable obsession with them. In college, my boy Enoch sketched this amazing strip called “Earl the Squirrel.” To date, it is the greatest cartoon ever produced. I own just one Beanie Baby: Nuts the Squirrel. My Dad tells this story about when I was a young boy, running wild through the woods of Yosemite. He sat me down and suggested I take a deep breath, relax, and enjoy nature. A minute later, I yelled, “But Daddy! Look at the squirrel!” And off I went.
Despite my adoration for squirrels, the fact that this squirrel was gunned down in a place fittingly called Knutsford really cracks me up. And as fucked up as it is, the image of a squirrel attacking a little girl and biting her in the face is hilarious.
I know. I’m sick. But I love squirrels. I can’t help it.
