I swear I didn’t do it.

On my walk to dinner this fine evening, I came across something on the sidewalk I never see: a dead squirrel.


Image of decomposing enemy combatant after the fold.


I cannot imagine how it came to be there, although if I had to guess it was probably run over by a bicycle during a failed attempt to kill the rider. (Occam’s razor FTW.)



  1. chigau (違う) says

    A couple weeks ago, we had one of those out front.
    Within about two hours, the magpies removed all evidence.
    How do you feel about magpies?

  2. says

    chigau (違う): I don’t believe I’ve ever met a magpie. But from the description, I’ve definitely met people like that: opportunistic predators that steal from others and scavenge off of their labor…IOW conservatives. Thanks for bringing this to my attention. They may be working in cahoots with the Sciuridae somehow—or the Magpie People with the Squirrel People.


    It’s faking it to put you at ease.

    I considered that, but it’s beyond their present capabilities to teach flies to swarm.

    OR IS IT?

    invivoMark: If the squirrels can deliberately cover themselves in ants, then maybe they can cover themselves in flies. My. God. Is there nothing these depraved monsters won’t do to deceive us?

  3. johnson catman says

    Occasionally, the squirrels in my neighborhood are not so quick or agile: I see the remains in the street where they have been run over by a vehicle. I am not going to stop and take photos to send to you for your amusement, but I will think about you. As much as the squirrels steal from the bird feeders, I never grieve over them either.

  4. Raucous Indignation says

    It’s hard for me to aim at the squirrels now. My car is low to the ground; I’m afraid the little bastards will end up wrecking my radiators instead of being crushed beneath my wheels.