“We call this a fine mess of squirrels.”
The day is beautiful with a bright sun and a cooling breeze. A bit earlier I went out on the deck to enjoy the morning. I stood there for a while taking in the sunshine then I noticed a spawn of Satan lying dead on its back in my yard. Live animals don’t bother me at all but dead ones do. I know it has be be picked up and disposed of, but the whole idea gives me the willies (another good word by the way). My sister wanted to know how the squirrel died. I have no idea and an autopsy is not on my to-do list. Both my sister and I agreed that the removal of dead animals is a guy thing, sexist maybe, but I don’t care. My friend Tony will be over to save me. He told me to cover it with a sheet and suggested a toe tag. He also wanted to know how the squirrel met its maker. I have no idea. I have only viewed the recently deceased from the deck. There will be no services. In lieu of flowers, do nothing.
The events of the morning have intruded on my usual pleasant musings about life long ago; instead, I’m remembering snakes eating chickens in Tamale and the crocodile pond in Paga where, for the price of a chicken, you get to sit on the crocodile who has just dined on said chicken. I used to buy my chickens live from the market, but we never developed a relationship. Food shouldn’t ever have pet names.
All I could think of this morning was how excited Granny Clampett would have been to see dinner delivered.
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June 15, 2010 at 11:47 am
Well, I guess you probably feel similar to this photo:
http://tinyurl.com/kupvf2
June 15, 2010 at 11:39 pm
Rick,
I am perfectly innocent-my hands and my rifle are clean!
June 15, 2010 at 11:57 am
LOL, Kat. Maybe it was Gracie. Red (my long since passed German Shepherd) used to kill mice and squirrels by rearing up on his haunches and crashing down on them. He was pretty fast for a big guy.
June 15, 2010 at 11:40 pm
Erin,
Gracie usually chases then to the bottom of the tree the beasts climb away from her at an amazingly quick rate.
I did see Gracie corner a mouse, but a squirrel…
June 15, 2010 at 1:31 pm
🙂 🙂
I wonder why so many people wants to know how an animal died if one finds any 🙂 🙂 It´s not like we are sitting and waiting for it to happen 🙂 🙂
My old Erna likes to catch and kill rodents, her sons would rather die than do that 🙂
I have to admit that I can´t see the fun in sitting on the back of a crockodile 🙂 🙂 If it just has eaten it can´t even be exciting 🙂 🙂
I don´t like getting rid of dead animals either, sort of disgusting.
Much the same weather over here today. Sunny but really cold. Well we´ve had so little sunshine here so I don´t care if it is cold any more 🙂
Have a great day now!
Christer.
June 15, 2010 at 11:58 pm
Christer,
I figure it was curiosity though two people did ask me if I had a part in the animal’s demise. Of course not!
I think because crocodiles are dangerous it makes the sitting on them a bit daring.
My friend Tony saved the day.
A wonderful day today!
June 15, 2010 at 3:52 pm
Here to help, another word in your “quiver”.
necropsy – an examination and dissection of a dead body to determine cause of death or the changes produced by disease
Autopsy is for humans, necropsy is for animals.
s
June 15, 2010 at 11:41 pm
S
I know a quiver is for arrows and is also a bit of a shake. I did not know necropsy-thanks!!
June 15, 2010 at 6:08 pm
Well Kat, y’know a squirrel can only eat so much toxic paint off those lawn chairs and then it’s curtains. How sad. You need to give him a decent burial. Start digging!
June 15, 2010 at 11:50 pm
Z&Me,
I wondered if it was the same beastie, but I figure not. I don’t figure the paint has lead anymore.
He is at the park!
June 15, 2010 at 10:12 pm
“In lieu of flowers, do nothing.”
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i am adding this to my own obit!
xoxoxoxoxooxox
June 15, 2010 at 11:42 pm
splendid,
Please use with my compliments!
June 16, 2010 at 2:27 pm
LOL! I’m at work alone in my office and this made be literally laugh out loud. I’m just picturing your family’s faces when they read that! LOL!
June 16, 2010 at 7:06 pm
Erin,
I’m glad splendid picked it up as I loved that line.
June 16, 2010 at 4:22 pm
Just catching up….I figured maybe it was a delayed reaction to the paint, too. But whatever it was, I don’t think one less squirrel is going to make a huge difference…..
June 16, 2010 at 5:07 pm
Ralph,
Maybe I should have taken a page from Vlad the Impaler and placed the varmint’s head on a pike as a warning.