Squirrelling About...
So.
Two days back, my (younger) brother, an "animal lover" (So he claims!) caught a squirrel. I protested, being perhaps the only logical person in the house (Okay, that was a little hyperbolic but anyway...). You don't suppose you can keep a poor squirrel in a cage for the rest of its natural life, do you?
Obviously, the poor little creature desired for freedom. And this showed, during a delicate stage of the proceedings, when my father was transfering the squirrel from the trap it was caught in to a much larger cage, it managed to escape. No, it did not run back into the trees. It couldn't, as we happen to live a dozen or so stories up in an apartment. Bad luck. But, whatever it was, the squirrel was gone. Presumably, it climbed to another floor.
An hour or so later, we found it that it was hiding amid the flower pots in our balcony. And naturally, we tried to catch it. Was it easy? Nope. After nearly two hours of trying to catch it by cornering it into tight places, we finally managed to get it into my room. No place for it to escape now. But, alas, it wouldn't give up without a fight. Half and hour later, we finally caught it again, but not before it let out a rather horrendous shriek (of defeat, I guess).
Now, it resides in a little cage for the time being...until my brother decides to release him. Poor thing.
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Ron Gleason (Already one of my favourites) is back at it again, as witty as ever. I have no need to comment on this one. Let it speak for itself.
On other matters, I'm currently busying myself up before I enter college on October. Thus, expect my blog to slow down when that period starts. But of course, I don't intend to stop blogging entirely...there's just to many things out there to blog on!
Two days back, my (younger) brother, an "animal lover" (So he claims!) caught a squirrel. I protested, being perhaps the only logical person in the house (Okay, that was a little hyperbolic but anyway...). You don't suppose you can keep a poor squirrel in a cage for the rest of its natural life, do you?
Obviously, the poor little creature desired for freedom. And this showed, during a delicate stage of the proceedings, when my father was transfering the squirrel from the trap it was caught in to a much larger cage, it managed to escape. No, it did not run back into the trees. It couldn't, as we happen to live a dozen or so stories up in an apartment. Bad luck. But, whatever it was, the squirrel was gone. Presumably, it climbed to another floor.
An hour or so later, we found it that it was hiding amid the flower pots in our balcony. And naturally, we tried to catch it. Was it easy? Nope. After nearly two hours of trying to catch it by cornering it into tight places, we finally managed to get it into my room. No place for it to escape now. But, alas, it wouldn't give up without a fight. Half and hour later, we finally caught it again, but not before it let out a rather horrendous shriek (of defeat, I guess).
Now, it resides in a little cage for the time being...until my brother decides to release him. Poor thing.
***
Ron Gleason (Already one of my favourites) is back at it again, as witty as ever. I have no need to comment on this one. Let it speak for itself.
On other matters, I'm currently busying myself up before I enter college on October. Thus, expect my blog to slow down when that period starts. But of course, I don't intend to stop blogging entirely...there's just to many things out there to blog on!
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on Wednesday, August 24, 2005 at 4:58 PM.
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