What is it with squirrels? I’ve been thinking a lot about these little creatures lately, mostly because they keep running in front of my car. In all my years of driving, I had never killed a squirrel until I started driving the DragonWagon (aka green Suzuki Esteem wagon). In the past two years since I got the car, I’ve killed two squirrels. And I don’t like it.

I could just shrug it off and say that it was all their fault. And I could just say that they are stupid animals that should be killed anyway. But for some reason, I tend to like them. And I hate it when they do something so stupid as to run in front of me when I don’t have a chance to stop. The first time I had no time to react. I heard a thumping sound as I ran it over. And the second time, which was just this week, the squirrel actually stopped and looked at me before I went right over him. I thought he may have survived, but my husband confirmed later that day that yes, he was still lying in the road, dead. And on my way home, all that was left of him was fur and guts.

I’m starting to think that the car may be cursed. There’s no way that the squirrels can’t hear or see me coming. It’s a station wagon, so it’s not like I can sneak up on them. And it’s green.

When I went to college, the squirrels there seemed a bit smarter. They were friendlier too. Maybe the ones around here just haven’t been educated enough yet.

At least, that’s the only logical and rational explanation for why they keep getting themselves killed. Unless they’re suicide squirrels. Then, I guess they would want to be run over. So maybe I did them a favor in killing them.

Who knows…I’ll keep you updated on the squirrels if I happen to run anymore over. But I won’t be happy if I do.