Talk of the Quad: The most dangerous game: squirrel-style
Have you noticed the squirrels around campus? Of course you have—they’re everywhere. On no fewer than three distinct occasions I have been walking along, minding my own business, when I walk past a metal trashcan on campus and a cat-sized squirrel rockets out to the lip and stares me down. I mean really looking deep into my soul.
And then if they could, I imagine they would say—in what would be a heavy brogue—a few choice words about going away. I don’t know if this has happened to you, but just wait. I’ve no problem with these bushy-tailed, glorified rats. They’re fine, good company really. Seeing them scurrying around and scampering up trees can be delightful. If you’ve ever watched two of them make squirrel noises at each other, squealing like deranged toddlers, you know it can verge on comical.
Once on the way to dinner at Thorne Hall, I saw one by Baxter House eating an ice cream cone. The little tyke probably thought it was a person. Naturally, I stopped and took a few photos with my phone.