" ... nine squirrels squirreling. Eight ro-tten a-corns! Seven rabid rodents ..."

I've seen my first squirrels. Gosh, they're fast little animals. In the absence of any more rodent-appropriate treats, I fed them fairy floss. They were climbing up my legs, so I figured the sugary morsels would relax their persistent grip on my jeans. It was a rash decision that in hindsight was probably not so wise. I didn't stick around to see what consequences refined sugar would have on their nervous scampering. Probably just a little more aggitated scampering?




I've decided these little creatures are the ibis of the Mexican public park.