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I was chased Friday evening on the way to my car by a vicious red flash that barked at me and didn’t slow down when I stamped my feet and yelled.

My first thought was “rabid squirrel!!”

So I hightailed it straight back in the house.

Once I sufficiently embarrassed myself, I started to wonder if it was one of the babies from a nest in the back. I must have terrified it!

We found it hunkered down behind a garbage a can, shaking from the adrenaline rush.

Sunday afternoon, I watched one unsuccessfully tying to climb the porch post. Its legs were shaky and unsteady, and nearly shook him right off the railing. His feet were too big for his body, and he awkwardly lowered himself, sliding more than climbing really, to the ground. Later, I heard scuttling and barking again at ground level, so I cautiously peeked over the railing to find, not one, but 3 babies!

Sometimes, the smallest things take up the most room in your heart.
– Winnie-the-Pooh

Happy Wednesday!