Life When Squirrels Attack
posted by September 29 at 15:18 PMon
My childhood home was located just three blocks from the Woodland Park Zoo. Because of this, I grew up fearing our neighborhood squirrels, which were more aggressive—due to familiarity with humans, or maybe from simply being harassed all the time—than squirrels in other neighborhoods.
One afternoon, around the time St. Helens erupted, I remember hearing my father yelling from the backyard. When I ran to the window to investigate, I found him swinging a rake frantically while half a dozen squirrels swarmed around him. They growled and nipped at him, some even leaping into the air and snapping dangerously close to his face. And long after my father had been forced to retreat indoors, the squirrels remained in this state of batshitcraziness, their clucking and menacing chirps taunting us through the windows. My father was shaken, but my mother couldn’t stop cackling.
To this day I eyeball every approaching squirrel with suspicion. So I feel your pain good residents of Mountain View, California.