Squirrel Syndrome
Last week, I was driving up Route 625 toward the church when I noticed a small object up ahead in the middle of my lane. It was a squirrel. “Where on earth did he come from?” I wondered out loud. Cornfields flanked both sides of the road, and there wasn’t a tree in sight for at least 100 yards. But sure enough, there he was—frozen like a deer in the headlights—a little gray squirrel. I slowed down as I approached…