Telepathy?

It all started with a surreal moment earlier this week. A blogworthy moment, I might add. Nonetheless, I was too lazy to blog. Good thing for you the story got better with time.

Ok, now on with the story...

I pulled into my driveway last Thursday at lunch. I was listening to the radio, so after I shut off the engine I sat in my car a few extra seconds before tuning off my radio. The moment after I opened my car door, I heard a "klunk" and I looked up. Just a few feet away from me a squirrel lay on his back scratching and clawing to get upright. Only he couldn't. Just like a pill-bug on his back, this squirrel could not turn over.

"What happened?," I asked myself. Apparently this squirrel fell a long way from the tall palm tree at the end of my driveway and landed on the concrete.

Finally the squirrel got upright, but he could only run in circles. This was ugly.

To make matters worse, a large black crow started to circle overhead. Then it squawked. Then it dove toward the squirrel. I then got closer to the squirrel in an attempt to scare away the hungry crow. The crow squawked again, seemingly trying to tell me to get away from his lunch.

After running in a few more circles in the street, the squirrel tired and stopped to rest in the gutter at the foot of my driveway. He laid down on his side with his eyes wide open, and I could see him breathing rapidly. The crow continued to circle overhead.

Was squirrel really messed-up with a nasty head injury? Or maybe he had a concussion? Hmmmm. I couldn't see any blood, but as the squirrel started to get up, he urinated in the gutter.

Oh great, I thought. Maybe the squirrel is loosing all bodily functions before dying. This was something I didn't need to see.

Just then, the squirrel jumped up and ran -- straight -- under a bush about 25 feet away.

He sat there, catching his breath. I waited. Then I saw him run away.

Wow, I hope he's okay, I thought. But I'll probably never know.

I had essentially forgotten about this event until Sunday afternoon while sitting on my couch as I watched the Giants game. I noticed something outside my window and turned to look. There was a squirrel, gripping another of the palm trees that line my street. He was munching on some food while seemingly looking at me through my window. I watched him and he watched me. This went on for a minute or two, then I got up to get a closer look out the window. The squirrel stared at me.

When I opened the front door, and the squirrel ran away.

That was weird, I thought. Was that the same squirrel? And why was he looking at me? Maybe it all was just a coincidence.

About an hour later, I sat on my back patio while enjoying an adult beverage. What did I see on my next door neighbor's roof? The squirrel, again. He sat there and stared at me. I looked at him. He continued to stare at me.

What could all this mean?

I think I've I've communicated with a rodent.