On May 31st, I had a little visitor.
Anyone who knows me personally is aware that I’m sort of the proverbial squirrel lady. I feed them, I talk to them, I adore them. Some people think that squirrels are nothing more than rats in cuter outfits, but I reject that assessment. They’re intelligent, adorable and each one has his or her own distinct personality. If there are no squirrels in heaven, then I don’t think I want to go. Continue reading