Caddyshack Morning
April 13th, 2008
I Love Caddyshack by Ian.
There is a ruckus in the roof sometimes. I thought they were mice, gnawing away at the insulation or the timbers in the room.
One day I saw that they were squirrels. There was a heavy scurrying in the attic, and I traced the source of the sound with my eyes. They made circles overhead ran to a corner of my room and then appeared in a perfect transition on the branches of the live oak outside my window. Two squirrels in a mad dash to the trunk and out of view, as if they were tuner sports cars, squealing out of a parking structure and onto the freeways of California to settle some score with their scurrying.
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