Papa Squirrel ¨Hunter, there are some baby squirrels who need a home, you want to take one in?¨ When I heard those words I knew that I couldn’t say no to them. I had always wanted to take in a wild animal, but my parents had always said no. Earlier in the year I could have taken in two baby raccoons, but my parents said, ¨Hell no!¨ So I knew I had to seize this opportunity and take in the squirrel. But to my unknowing, there were three baby squirrels and my friend was only going to take one. It ‘twas just a usual night at the barn, and I was just finishing up with chores when Kaid and Pierce walked in and asked if I wanted to go to Pizza Ranch with them. Of course, my love for food is as strong as a squirrel and his love for his nuts, so
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They looked like wet rats. There was still something cute about them, but they were still just so ugly. Once we were done gawking over them, we trickled Pedialyte into their mouths and I took my two rat-squirrels home. I got them home and realized I didn’t have a box for them to sleep and live in. After thirty minutes of searching the whole house, I finally found the perfect fixings for a squirrel home: a shoe box, old t-shirts, and a heating pad. After assembling the squirrel box, I finally put them to bed. This was only the beginning of being a single father of two. The next few weeks were intense. It was filled with CC after CC of milk and Pedialyte being shot down the baby squirrels’ throats every three to four hours. The satan spawn quickly began to grow. From their wet rat appearance; they became more and more fluffy, their eyes opened, and they became cute little …show more content…
I began to miss them terribly. One day after school, I strayed from my regular schedule of going straight to the barn and stopped at home. I went straight to the tub they were in, snatched them out of it, and let them crawl all over me. I didn’t even care if they peed or pooped on me! After playing with them for a solid thirty minutes, I put them back and left. I thought that I would be able to come home and play with them again, but how I was terribly wrong. It was close to 11:30 p.m. when I got home. I was so excited to be able to go and play with my little buddies. I ran inside, took off my boots, and went straight to the porch and went straight to the tub to grab my squirrels. But there were no squirrels inside, and they screen covering the tub was shredded to bits. I was started to panic. I ran into my parents’ room and screamed, ¨Where are my squirrels!?¨ They looked at me with a sorrowful look and said, ¨They’re dead.¨ I couldn’t believe what I had just heard. My squirrels were dead. What was the meaning of life anymore? My two babies were gone. As a single father, this is the worst new you could get. Come to find out, a crow had jumped on top of the screen covering the tub, ripped it, and snatched them up. Rest in peace my little squirrelies. THE
They looked like wet rats. There was still something cute about them, but they were still just so ugly. Once we were done gawking over them, we trickled Pedialyte into their mouths and I took my two rat-squirrels home. I got them home and realized I didn’t have a box for them to sleep and live in. After thirty minutes of searching the whole house, I finally found the perfect fixings for a squirrel home: a shoe box, old t-shirts, and a heating pad. After assembling the squirrel box, I finally put them to bed. This was only the beginning of being a single father of two. The next few weeks were intense. It was filled with CC after CC of milk and Pedialyte being shot down the baby squirrels’ throats every three to four hours. The satan spawn quickly began to grow. From their wet rat appearance; they became more and more fluffy, their eyes opened, and they became cute little …show more content…
I began to miss them terribly. One day after school, I strayed from my regular schedule of going straight to the barn and stopped at home. I went straight to the tub they were in, snatched them out of it, and let them crawl all over me. I didn’t even care if they peed or pooped on me! After playing with them for a solid thirty minutes, I put them back and left. I thought that I would be able to come home and play with them again, but how I was terribly wrong. It was close to 11:30 p.m. when I got home. I was so excited to be able to go and play with my little buddies. I ran inside, took off my boots, and went straight to the porch and went straight to the tub to grab my squirrels. But there were no squirrels inside, and they screen covering the tub was shredded to bits. I was started to panic. I ran into my parents’ room and screamed, ¨Where are my squirrels!?¨ They looked at me with a sorrowful look and said, ¨They’re dead.¨ I couldn’t believe what I had just heard. My squirrels were dead. What was the meaning of life anymore? My two babies were gone. As a single father, this is the worst new you could get. Come to find out, a crow had jumped on top of the screen covering the tub, ripped it, and snatched them up. Rest in peace my little squirrelies. THE