Every morning when I let the dogs out the local wildlife scatters from my yard. Birds fly off in a huff, a rabbit or two will duck under the fence, a squirrel will high-tail it along the top of the fence boards.
Today, however, they all seemed mildly hungover, and there was a split second delay before any responded.
That . . . was an error on their part.
The dogs quickly focused on a squirrel. Good choice, as I despise the furry rats, although I do not seek for them to be harmed. They chased this guy around, one of the dogs always managing to cut off his avenue of escape. I stood there watching from the back door, screen door wide open in my hand.
Naturally the squirrel took the only path left open to it: it ran right up the porch and headed for my open door..
I may have squealed a bit in shock and fear - I do not say that I did, but I may have - and quite feebly kicked out with my foot to discourage its path, connecting with only air.
It did the trick tho, as right before the door it did a sharp 90 degree turn and dove off the porch into relative safety behind the shed.
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