Desperation
It was time to kick it into high gear.
I had found what appeared to be a squirrel nest, which meant I had a chance. Starvation and visions of red meat filled my eyes:
When you haven’t eaten anything substantial in 5 days, and even then only once every 24 hours, this would be a feast.
I circled, looking for the best point of entry. There were about 5 of them hanging around. I had to get at least one, right?
My aim was actually dead accurate, but my timing was off. I hit where the squirrel was, rather than where it was going to be. One inch made the difference between dinner and despair:
Having gone this far, I decided that I couldn’t just give up. I had to give it one more chance. Seeing one in the tree, I circled looking for the path of least resistance. Finally I gave another heave, praying I saw a stunned squirrel tumble out:
Instead, disaster struck. Wunderstick had broken in half, diminishing its abilities greatly. I mourned its passing:
R.I.P Wunderstick
June 10, 2008 - June 14, 2008
June 15th, 2008 at 11:27 am
Hang in there. Before you know it, you’ll be eating grandma’s meatballs. Good luck trying to catch a squirrel.
Uncle Vinny says that there could be worst things in life, like if there was no molly.