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16 October 2012

When squirrels go rogue...




I dreamed I was being attacked by squirrels again last night.

"Again," as in "I've been dreaming about being attacked by squirrels."

The first time it happened, I was perplexed.

So perplexed, in fact, that I googled "Dreaming about being attacked by squirrels" to see if my subconscious was trying to tell me something.

"To dream of seeing squirrels denotes that a pleasant friend will soon come to visit you.  You will see advancement in your business, also.  To kill a squirrel denotes that you will be unpleasant and disliked.  To pet one signifies family joy.  To see a dog chasing one foretells disagreements and unpleasantness among friends."


Uh huh... Uh huh...  

So what my subconscious is telling me is that no one else in the entire world has ever dreamed of being attacked by squirrels, ever, in the entire history of time.  

That leads me to one obvious conclusion:  

It's a message from God.

I'm channeling Joan of Arc... I need to save the world from squirrels...

Let me explain... 

I've seen more squirrels since moving to New York than I've ever seen before in my life.  If you took every squirrel that has crossed my line of vision between 1962 and 2011, it wouldn't even come close to the number of squirrels I've seen since.  Those little bastards are everywhere.  Running across the lawn, scampering up a tree, squished flat on the side of the road, playing on top of the roof...  This is a squirrel paradise.  Gray squirrels, red squirrels, black squirrels... (No lie... black squirrels.  So freaking cute.  They look like Javi, my black Pomeranian.)  Squirrels squirrels everywhere!!

It's like The Birds, only with squirrels.


Exactly.



And they're adorable!!!

And peaceful!

Totally non-violent!


Dude, we'd never attack you in your sleep!  Peace is Patriotic!



It all started over the summer.

We were sitting around a campfire (I hate campfires.  In fact, I'm not a giant fan of outside, period.) when I happened to glance over Dan's shoulder.

There was this creepy looking squirrel with enormous eyes hovering on the edge of the tree, watching us.

Because I'm an asshole, I pointed at the squirrel and announced, "Oh my GOD!  It's the chupacabra!!"

Dan,  because he's Dan, looked in the direction my finger was pointing and instantly freaked out.

"WHAT THE FUCK!!" he screamed.

After I was done laughing I said, "Seriously... what IS that?  Some freaky-ass east coast thing?"

As it turns out, it was a Flying Night Squirrel.


Chupacabra.






Flying Chupacabra.  Tell me THAT wouldn't freak your ass out.




Long story short, the Flying Night Squirrel spent the rest of the night watching me drunkenly point at it and squeal, "CHUPACABRA!" and then fall over laughing because Dan jumped every single time.  

Every.  Single.  Time.

That shit just never got old, y'all.


It was shortly after that when I had my first Attacked By Squirrels dream.

Coincidence?  I think not.


In the dream, I could actually feel the squirrel biting the crap out of my arms with it's sharp, pointed, demonic little teeth.  I was screaming and flailing and trying to bat it off of me, but it was so ferocious that I couldn't make it stop.


I vill keel you in your sleep.


When I woke up, I checked my arms for bite marks.  There were none.


Me:  "I dreamed I was being attacked by a squirrel."

Dan:  "That's fucked up."



It totally is.  

After that, I became a little leery of all the frolicking going on in my yard.  I was still charmed by the squirrels, but also viewed them with suspicion.  I mean, they're cute and all, but I'm pretty sure they have a dark side.  

Then I dreamed again of the squirrel attacks.  Same basic dream:  I was suddenly swarmed and viciously assaulted by a snarling fuzzy rodent with a fluffy tail.








I know, right??

WTF!!

Squirrels had suddenly lost their charm.




And then, one day last week Jessie and I were taking a walk.  At some point, she pointed and said, "Aunt Dani!  Look!"


I looked in the direction her finger was pointing and there, before my very eyes, was a small red squirrel chasing a much larger grey squirrel across a leaf-covered lawn and up a tree.


I grabbed Jessie's hand and dragged her down the sidewalk muttering under my breath, "Just keep walking! Go!  Don't look back!  Whatever you do, DON'T LOOK BACK!"






(On that same walk we also came across a tiny garter snake that literally chased us down the street, but that's neither here nor there.  I did, however, have a fabulous time regaling Dan, who is terrified of snakes to such a degree that I have seen him run screaming down the street after I pointed out a dead snake on the side of the road, with tales of Killer Garter Snakes.  He did everything but stick his fingers in his ears and sing the "La La" song when I told him how the snake tried to climb up my pant leg and grab me by the throat and strangle me.  Which may or may not have totally happened.  Meanwhile, Dan refuses to go on walks with me now.)


Last night, again, I dreamed of squirrels.







The universe is trying to communicate with me...


I need to warn the people...


There will be an uprising...






The squirrels are planning a Revolution...











I've done all I can.

Now it's up to you.

Don't say I didn't warn you.

Vive la Revolution!!


8 comments:

  1. I'm totally on board. When I was five, two grey squirrels totally took my sandwich right out my little hands and ran off with it. I'm still traumatized.

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  2. We have a few squirrels in our world mainly because we have few trees. We make up for it with an abun-dance of prairie dogs. My favorite is watching squirrels wander along horizontal telephone wires, especiaLLy the rare times when there are a pair of them.

    One of my favorite photos is one I took for a blog post titled "Squirrel Assassins", the second photo. For some reason Blogger lost/disconnected the first photo.

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  3. I usually only see squirrels as they are squished on the side of the road. So it will warm your heart to know that you already have an army of followers . . . out there, trying to rid the world of those evil beasts. One rotating tire at a time.

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  4. Ha! Squirrels can be scary. And i'm all for dream interpretations (as in your dreams might be metaphors for issues in your life), but I hate shit like this: "To dream of seeing squirrels denotes that a pleasant friend will soon come to visit you" - so now your dreams are psychic and you can tell the future!? What. No.

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  5. I had some crazy methed up squirrel ninja leap over the Crackhaid Dawg one day as he was trying to do his business on the lawn. Scared the shit outta both of us.

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  6. Apparently theree are a lot of squirrels outside my tenth grade son's global history class, and THAT is what he and his two friends concn themselves with for that 80 minute block every other day. I will let you know of any suspicious reports.

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  7. I'm Coooountry Ya'll. We had lots of squirrels, and my dad cooked one once and served it to my now ex husband.. coincidence? I doubt it! he also served rabbit to my Aunt once and didn't tell her until she was done that it wasn't chicken, after she was done exclaiming it was the best chicken she ever ate. ... She threw up all afternoon. He's twisted. I never cared for squirrels because they are rodents. And all rodents are disgusting.

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  8. Squirrel = RAT WITH FLUFFY TAIL....No one likes rats. Vive la Revolution? Damn skippy....

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