City Death in the City
This past Sunday, I saw four dead squirrels hither and yon on Capitol Hill. One was in front of the former site of Coffee Messiah on Olive (on the sidewalk; a big dog picked it up in its mouth, and the big dog’s owner made the big dog put it back down, which surely mystified and endlessly frustrated the big dog); one was on 12th around, say, Denny, in the street; two (two!) were in the street on the same block of East Union at Summit. I have tried to put these four dead squirrels out of my mind, but I cannot. The eerie thing: None of them were squashed, as a dead squirrel in the street (or even on the sidewalk) ought to be; they all looked just fine, fluffy and cute, like maybe they were sleeping. The Stranger news staff, usually so responsive to my alarmed calls about such things as brand-new bird-flu-esque epidemics, refuses to investigate. God help us.
Squirrel plague '06!