Part Two
The black Leader of the Parking Lot Squirrels pushed one of the Grays off the roof a few weeks ago. At least I think it was the leader. They all look the same to me. I was coming home from doing laundry and my husband met me at the back door to let me in. The thing nearly fell into my laundry basket. It scurried straight down the side of the building and landed with an unnatural thud about 3 feet away from me. Internal organs, meet driveway. Then it hobbled away, back into the next lot. (And stay there!) Very disturbing.
The Parking Lot Squirrels also climb into cars and come into the building regularly to roam the halls. We’re supposed to be in a secure building, but what the Hell. They’re curious little devils. I’ve surprised one or two on occasion when coming out of the laundry room or my apartment. They usually aren’t overly concerned to see a human and just hop off in their jaunty little way. As I mentioned before, the Squirrels will climb in to any car that has an open window. I keep my car windows closed. Their method of entry into said vehicles is a real hoot to watch, since they all employ the same general technique. Sometimes I can watch more than one shimmy on it’s tummy over the roof of a car to slip, upside –down, through the open window. Then, the scavenging begins! It’s not unusual to see someone in one of the two lots just standing beside their car with the door open, waiting for one of the Parking Lot Squirrels to exit. (And, hey, thanks for detailing my car! Any time! I found some fries under the seat. Mind if I keep them to share with my posse? By all means! ) I sometimes have to create these dialogues in my head to make things not-so-weird for me. Sometimes it helps. Other times….

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The little critters used to scare the bejeebers out of me when I would walk to work at Mother Corp. My usual route took me past Victoria Park. For you non-Londoners, this is pretty much Mecca for our furry friends.
They would often come out of the park and follow me down the sidewalk. I didn't mind when they trailed a respectable few metres behind. But when they got too close, Carmi would get really nervous. Images of comedians with mad rodents clamped to their faces always seemed to come to mind.
I evolved some very creative squirrel-deflection techniques over the years. Thankfully, my route no longer parallels the park. So I can stroll with impunity. The rodents I encounter along the way seem to be far less aggressive than the park-dwellers.
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