As Cynthia and I were pulling into the driveway yesterday after work, we noticed a dead squirrel in the road right in front of our house. Had it been next door or down the street I probably would not have given it too much thought, but since it was smack dab in front of our place I felt it prudent to dispose of the corpse.

I collected a shovel and a trash bag and proceeded to bag it up and then put the bag with the trash on the side of the house.

This morning I noticed he bag was gone. A cursory search and I found it on the other side of the driveway, up against the garage.

It was empty.

Now there’s either something roaming our neighborhood that is hungry enough to eat roadkill and skilled enough to sniff it out of and remove it from a Glad trash bag or there’s a really pissed off, undead squirrel living in our little corner of suburbia.

It’s hard enough keeping normal squirrels out of the bird feeders.
What chance do we have against the undead?

Hey Rocky, watch me pull a rabbit out of my hat

5 thoughts on “Hey Rocky, watch me pull a rabbit out of my hat

  • May 4, 2007 at 12:56 pm

    Dude, I’m going to have to move there. How cool is is that your neighborhood harbors the undead?

  • May 4, 2007 at 1:06 pm

    Not to worry, zombie squirrels are only interested in squirrel brains, not bird food. They will actually help keep other squirrels out of the bird feeders by culling the neighborhood population.

  • May 4, 2007 at 2:14 pm

    um, you know, there’s a number you can call for the city to come pick those up. they even have a teams that brings their own garlic, holy water, silver bullets, etc… that’s a different number though i think.

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