RIP

As I walked out of the house today I saw a freshly dead squirrel sprawled at the end of my driveway. He was practically in the exact place I had seen a squirrel land a few years ago after being knocked out of the palm tree that stands 40 feet above. Could it be the same squirrel? Maybe he wasn't so lucky this time.

Initially, I let him lie, assuming that the ravens that frequent the neighborhood would make quick work of him. But when I saw his eyeballs intact later this afternoon with only flies swirling overhead, I decided to give this big old squirrel a proper burial. I dug a hole under the walnut tree in my backyard, and Mr. Squirrel now rests there. That's probably a pretty good place for him anyway, as that tree will be the party spot for all of the local squirrels in a few months when the walnuts are ripe for the taking.