So I was chasing squirrels on the way home from work.
I walk home, and there are squirrels and rabbits and cats everywhere on the way. I live in a cul de sac near a temple, a church, and a school with a playground, so they've got a bit of an area to run around in, which gives me a bit of an area to chase them in. I know I'm an adult. I don't care. Chasing squirrels in the park is fun, even if it's just for a few steps, then you just stop and laugh at yourself.
I don't know why I chase the squirrels or why it's fun. I mean yeah, it's ridiculous. And early man was a hunter. But I'm not a hunter. What if I actually caught a squirrel? I mean, I'm always grabbing at them. What if one of them stops short, lags a step behind, falters where I don't? I lean out to mock grab it as I always do, and I nab it by the tail.
Then I've got a squirrel.
I don't know what to do with it. My landlord won't let us keep pets, and it's hard to keep a squirrel as a pet in the first place, they tend not to do well. I'm not really into eating squirrel in any way. The meat is too gamey, and I have difficulty imagining myself killing and preparing the thing on top of that. Do I just let it go? Is this a sort of land fishing? Hook and release, but with furry, legged, bitier fish?
I think the fact that I'm not good at catching squirrels is probably the most important factor in my chasing them.
