tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4269580627377591354.post2063270461378566304..comments2023-03-31T10:22:57.341-04:00Comments on PRACTICE SPACE: THE SQUIRRELChelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00740136323320850496noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4269580627377591354.post-33702358057038560002008-07-08T18:22:00.000-04:002008-07-08T18:22:00.000-04:00Thank you Carrot! There ought to be a Wild Kingdom...Thank you Carrot! There ought to be a Wild Kingdom-type show on urban wildlife, tracking them with the same awe and diligence that wildebeests warrant. <BR/><BR/>Postscript on the squirrel: when I finally went back out to where it lay, it had vanished! It either summoned the strength to crawl away to die, or it really was just stunned from a surprise fall. I'm choosing to believe the latter.Chelseyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00740136323320850496noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4269580627377591354.post-49123056462103132662008-07-08T00:31:00.000-04:002008-07-08T00:31:00.000-04:00Hi Chelsea, I've been reading your blog. And I wan...Hi Chelsea, I've been reading your blog. And I want to say that I, too, have speculated on the secret lives of city animals. There are so many of them! And they're so fucking smart! You'd think they'd have so much to tell us, what with the ways they've adapted to live on our trash/walnuts, making nests in cell phone towers and under back porches and such. Where DO they die? And is it alone? Fascinating!<BR/><BR/>Also, by the time you found that squirrel its natural pain-killers had probably kicked in. I doubt it was feeling anything at all. But it lived a good life. I mean, how cool to be a squirrel!Carrothttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00660738768087769417noreply@blogger.com