Being quits, or being squirrelled.
Squirrel on Bird food. I am indignant. I go frighten him.
Squirrel dashes in wrong direction, towards the house, flies up the vertical wall, tries clinging to drainpipe which offers no hold. I see him drop, down, down. A thud on the corrugated plastic roof over the neighbour's patio. Silence. Now it's me who is frightened. My heart nearly stops. Now it is me flying - up the garden steps to look down on the roof. He is sitting on the bridge. Looking at me. Not moving. Stunned? Injured?My whole being feels sick. What have I done! He has only been eating some peanuts. Yes yes, they were meant for the birds. But who says? I already write the scenario: The RSPCA. How does one catch an injured squirrel? And then I see him, hanging upside down on the bird basket. And I am glad. I think we are quits!
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