(I'm not sure who would be interested in this but I put it on YouTube to show some friends so may as well put it here, too.) While we were perusing the in-church giftshop at Trinity Church (where Shakespeare is buried) in Stratford-Upon-Avon earlier this month, a baby squirrel that seemed totally unafraid of people ran inside. So I stuck my flipcam in its face, naturally:
Five minutes later, "Willie" the squirrel was seen happily eating a nut in the ancient graveyard outside. (But I do think the church lady called the RSPCA, in case anyone is worried.)« The New Yorker Unmasks Amelia Earhart As A Lazy Famewhore | Main | Weekending »
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Are you sure you were actually there, Lindsay. I didn't hear you even once refer to him as "Cute as balls".
Posted by: Ginger Ball Z | September 11, 2009 at 10:49 AM
Take it from me, never attempt to pick up a squirrel -- no matter how harmless it looks. I still have no feeling in the tip of my pointer finger.
Posted by: noelle | September 20, 2009 at 05:44 PM