| | "Is this a toy or is this real"? I wasn't really listening to him
(nothing new, trust me) so that caught my attention. His lamp was
off, so the light from the living room stopped well short of his
shadowy figure as he bent down to stare at his rug. Tentatively
he poked at the ground with something undistinguishable in his hand,
before turning on the light.
From far away it was a lump of gray and red, stretched out against the
red and blue. As I got closer it resolved into organs whose names
were on the tip of my tongue and a bushy gray tail. The question
suddenly changed from "who caught it?" to "how did it get in?" as four
guilty culprits watched us from the other room. Nobody attempted
to guard their catch, it was ours for the taking and Matt handled it
gently through a Roche Bros. plastic bag. "You should feel
honored," I volunteered as I followed him out of his bedroom and back
into the living room. Elric didn't look any different, it
probably wasnt his kill. "Its not every day that you get fed."
"Oh, I am," his face turned down in mild disgust. "I think that I
want to vaccuum my carpet right now. Oh yeah, and have you seen
the head?" We searched, but only the scattered remains of
the jawbone were to be found. "I should have kept it out so that
Chris could look at." Matt said a few minutes later as we checked
doors, windows. All seemed secure. "Yeah, he'd want to see
it." That much was true, but it didnt answer any of our
questions. The air conditioners that Matt had taken out of the
window were a likely culprit, but why was the squirrel so young?
It seemed small in its death, at the least.
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