Squirrel Heaven

A friend of mine who reads this blog has inquired about the fate of Lurch's squirrel.

Unfortunately, the squirrel has passed on to squirrel heaven (when I worked for a vet, we referred to dogs that had to be put to sleep as "going to doggie heaven").

My husband Fred decided that the best thing to do with the squirrel was to finish killing it to put it out of its suffering. I vanished into the house for this process.

My suggestion was to put it out back in our side yard, where there's a patch of trees, so it could pass on to its reward in peace. There's no arguing with a man with a shovel in his hand, though. I think the squirrel was pretty far gone, perhaps in a squirrel coma, and I have no idea why he insisted that his solution was better than just letting it go on its own timetable. I guess it's a guy thing.

Another friend told me that I'd better not be slow waking up some morning or Fred might decide I'm too far gone and take matters into his own hands. He still has the shovel.
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