Couldn't have said it better myself.
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I love that squirrel story.
I hate squirrels, though. When I was a kid in New Hampshire, my parents liked to have bird feeders in the back yard, but of course the squirrels would gobble up all the birdseed before the birdies ever had a chance to dine. Every weekend my father would concoct new squirrel barriers, which would work for a day or two until the squirrels figured out how to circumvent them.
The funniest chapter in the ongoing squirrel battle was when my father hit on the idea of greasing the pole atop which perched the bird feeder. The squirrels were used to scampering up the pole, but when it was well greased they couldn't get a grip. So they'd take a running start and use their momentum to get about halfway up the pole ... only to slide helplessly down to the bottom.
The grease strategy worked for a while, until the squirrels figured out that they could leap down to the bird feeder from the tree branches above. In addition, their repeated attacks on the greased pole meant that the grease eventually wore off, and the pole was climbable again.
double double post post dammit dammit.
There are some creatures I will instinctively flich around if they, for example, swoop, lunge or run at me. But if I freaked out at every creepy crawly I would never have lived in the country. Heck, the whole bloody continent is a teeming mass of freak-the-fuck-outitude.
I have... a healthy respect for most snakes and spiders. Distance is kept, care is taken, shoes are worn. If it has claws and is vicious I will not touch it - people who cuddle koalas clearly haven't seen what they can do. If it can outrun me, my respect becomes extreme caution. Roos are beautiful, amazing, delicious creatures, but the closest I have come to a live one was nearly hitting on with my car.
But the animal that has inflicted the most significant damage on me is the domestic dog. Pets are ungrateful to their master's species.
I am terrified of whatever the hell that is in spitz's avatar.