I wish I were capable of being responsible for those tailless squirrels but my fitness surely wouldn't allow me to travel more than about 20 miles (on a REALLY good day) from home--need more miles.

This little dude still has his fluffy side attached as there were no remnants in the street or elsewhere when I came back through. He wasn't sitting on the curb shaking his little fist at me either.

I'm afraid you squirrel lovers might not want to hear this but the next one to cut in front of me is TOAST. I won't be aiming for him but I'm not prepared to do a Roberto Laiseka faceplant to avoid smashing the little acorn-snatchers.