Confrontation

I came face-to-face with pure evil the other day. It was grey and fuzzy. That’s right, Squirrel and I finally stopped our little dance and stared each other down - man to annoying rodent.

I was getting ready for work and I heard Squirrel scratching. I bolted into the attic and heard him scamper out onto the roof. However, this time I waited . . . After a few long minutes, there was rustling in the corner of the attic. I turned on the flashlight, and saw Squirrel’s beady evil little red eyes reflecting back at me. I lunged at him with the beating stick. He was quick. Squirrel darted through a hole that I had missed plugging from the outside.

I hate him.