So, without any further ado, here is a picture of squirrels nursing from a bottle:
Awwww....isn't that...kinda creepy? I guess a squirrel is cute in and of itself, but there is a line being crossed here with the maternal and bestial that is just uncanny. I think I said it best to Rachel one day while walking the Yale campus: Wouldn't it be weird to give birth to a squirrel?
Well... wouldn't it?
I feel that I must explain why I am here and not being a productive member [drone] of the working world. I have the summer "off" to chip away at an intimidatingly long reading list and be tested on my ability to regurgitate theory and intellectually tap dance my way to a Master's Degree. My schedule includes waking up [by noon if I'm lucky] pulling the alarm clock out of its wall socket and launching it across the room, cursing the world and my own damn existence, then coaxing myself to the library with promises of caffeine and beer to be had later on. I read for, let's say, 3 hours and prowl campus for something else to do, which usually ends up being the 2 for one hot dog deal at the cafeteria. Wash, rinse, repeat.
Mmm... 2 for one