As always, when I see roadkill, my first reaction is to say “Oh, that’s not a smart place for a nap!” And, as always with roadkill, my other reaction is to shriek and jump to the side. I had my wits about me (and my camera with me) so I took a couple snaps of this poor little fella. He was teeny tiny (about the length of my hand from nose to bum) and so cute, if I’d had the nerve, I would have scooped him up and brought him home, popped him in the freezer and (well, you never know) shipped him off to my favourite taxidermist. Is it weird to have a favourite taxidermist? I’ve been following Amy for years, she’s amazing.
Sad, really. I never see red squirrels in Toronto, mostly black ones, grey ones and the occasional albino squirrel. It’s also sad to think that his fate will be a garbage bin.
If I believed in reincarnation, I’d like to come back as a squirrel. Did I ever tell you about the black one we had in Windsor that came around regularly, he had a white tip on his tail, we called him Pauly Walnuts. He’d hide scavenged pizza crusts on our porch. Man, I loved that Pauly.
I also have a taxidermist I like:
http://www.melissadixson.com
That leads me to think that the best taxidermists are women!
Doesn’t Jay/Orbax have some weird sort of taxidermy business?
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