And then I noticed several nuts in the road.
That, I surmised, is going to be one dead squirrel in about 3 minutes.
I went on, got my milk and hot dogs and Cheetos, and headed home. As I approached the intersection, I remembered the squirrel, and hoped I wouldn't see what I was pretty sure I would see.
The light went red, so I stopped.
Then I looked.
Mr. Squirrel was alive and well, and hauling bits and pieces of nuts off the road. He'd made himself a nice little pile about 2 feet into the dirt.
A nice little pile of freshly cracked nuts.
The light went green, and I slowly--because I did not want to be the one to run over Mr. Squirrel--began to move forward. He stayed safely off the road, munching on his deliberate roadkill.
That has to be the Smartest Squirrel Ever.
1 pile of nuts
10 cars rolling over them
1 pile of cracked nuts with no major effort
He knew exactly what he was doing.
We should worry I think.
If the squirrels unite, they might try to take over the world...