Gophers and Such
As it turns out, the world is made of greasy grimy gopher guts...
Over the last two weeks, as I've been bike riding through the outer limits of Tosa, I have spotted untold numbers of teenage chipmunks, no bigger than 2.5 inches, not including their little Fuller Brush tails... They dart in and around the bushes near the curbs at lightning speed, darting even faster than their adult compatriots.
I saw one teen bastard dashing across the road with a nut half his size clenched in his miniscule jaws. It was as if he was a power lifter run amok, but he barely cleared the curb in his mightly leap to the freedom of the brushlands...
I have seen several crushed by cars, perfectly flattened, perfectly preserved, it seems...
I saw one who had coughed out his guts in a perfect raspberry...
Today I saw two little shits battling as they scurried around our deck and then one seemed to spin out and come to a sudden stop in the grass, lifeless. His foe eyed him from several angles, as if stung by remorse, and then left. The chipmunk lay lifeless for ten minutes, until I came down from the deck and approached him--no movement. I got to the point where I was only inches away before he sort of startled himself back into consciousness and ran away, dazed...
I saw two woodchucks today, one who galumphed madly across the grass to safety and then, inches away from the dense brush, suddenly slowed and then furtively, gingerly, delicately tiptoed into undercover...
The other woodchuck just sat dead in the weeds, oblivious to any other life form, disinterested in anything except his own splendor in the grass....
Over the last two weeks, as I've been bike riding through the outer limits of Tosa, I have spotted untold numbers of teenage chipmunks, no bigger than 2.5 inches, not including their little Fuller Brush tails... They dart in and around the bushes near the curbs at lightning speed, darting even faster than their adult compatriots.
I saw one teen bastard dashing across the road with a nut half his size clenched in his miniscule jaws. It was as if he was a power lifter run amok, but he barely cleared the curb in his mightly leap to the freedom of the brushlands...
I have seen several crushed by cars, perfectly flattened, perfectly preserved, it seems...
I saw one who had coughed out his guts in a perfect raspberry...
Today I saw two little shits battling as they scurried around our deck and then one seemed to spin out and come to a sudden stop in the grass, lifeless. His foe eyed him from several angles, as if stung by remorse, and then left. The chipmunk lay lifeless for ten minutes, until I came down from the deck and approached him--no movement. I got to the point where I was only inches away before he sort of startled himself back into consciousness and ran away, dazed...
I saw two woodchucks today, one who galumphed madly across the grass to safety and then, inches away from the dense brush, suddenly slowed and then furtively, gingerly, delicately tiptoed into undercover...
The other woodchuck just sat dead in the weeds, oblivious to any other life form, disinterested in anything except his own splendor in the grass....
posted by David Martin at 6:08 PM
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