My Family Is In Competition with a Homeless Woman and a Vietnam Veteran -- Dianne Pearce
I now believe in zombies, because Frampton comes alive. My local park (across the street from my house) is a cemetery. My family (which includes me) walks our dog there twice a day. We keep him on leash, and on the path/road, no peeing on great Uncle Fred or anything like that. This cemetery is full of squirrels. In fact, if you are a squirrel, it is the place to be. It is squirrel heaven. It is quiet, lush, green, very tree-ed. Southern California weather. If I hadn't already planned to come back as a sea otter on the Pacific Coast, I'd come back as a squirrel right in this cemetery. We not only walk our dog there, we also bring peanuts for the squirrels (raw, in the shell). I expect, if we were able to stop bringing peanuts, we could probably retire on all the extra not-buying-peanuts money we'd have. We are not able to stop. We've been doing this for about 1.5 years. Every day. Twice a day. The squirrels seem to be waiting for us some days, and I tease my fourteen-ye...