The Squirrel Whisperer

What is it with me and squirrels?

Yesterday I went to go see the Gilbert & George exhibit at the deYoung Museum, which was fabulous. Rainy skies had given way to patches of blue and clouds, so after leaving the museum, I decided to take a stroll through the Botanical Garden.

As I wound my way through the Australia section, I heard little rustlings and twitterings, and then these adorable squirrels appeared. After making sure that they weren't rabid (my method is to squint at them and say, "You're not rabid, are you?" followed by "Please don't bite me"), we engaged in a game of hide-and-seek. I can't believe how tame they were (rabid?) and how perfectly they posed for my pictures. If you click to enlarge the photos, I promise you will be overwhelmed with cuteness.

It was so cool - no matter where I went, my furry friends came out to play. At times, I felt like I had landed in a Beatrix Potter book.

You'll be glad to know, if you read my previous post about my crazy squirrel dream, that not one of them tried to steal my purse.

Maybe I Don't Want to Know

Last night I had a really weird dream. I have no idea what it meant. I was with some people in a room and all of a sudden there were 2 squirrels at the window, and they put on a little show for us, holding things in their paws, talking in funny voices, etc. They were delightful!

After the show was over, it was time to go. We were taking a train somewhere, so everyone started gathering their luggage together. I had my suitcase but couldn't find my purse anywhere. "Damn it! I think those squirrels stole my purse!"

Then I heard twittering laughter from outside, and the culprits scampered away with my purse and all of its contents.

"You guys, I am so screwed! I have nothing, no I.D., no money! All of my credit cards were in there. Damn it!" I was livid.

"Well, Liz" someone said, "You really ought to watch your purse more carefully. They are squirrels, after all."

"Those bastards!"

See? I just don't want to know.