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Had a squirrel issue as well.
Went surfing, about 6am with some friends. We parked the van, got the boards out, etc etc. Now, the front of the van was up against this dirt mound hill. I was standing there, putting on my wetsuit when my buddy asked if those were squirrel holes or snake holes in the dirt mound hill cause he was standing pretty close to it. A few minutes later, a squirrel came out of the hole halfway. I was just putting on my booties and decided to be an idiot.
I grabbed a rock and did this ninja act (come on, it's fucking early and cold as hell), spun around, turn real fast and threw the rock like a rocket at the dirt mound knowing full well (like the guy above) i wouldn't hit shit.
The rock hit the squirrels head and he instantly flopped over. My friends stood there in shock..complete silence as we all stared. At that moment, another squirrel squeeze past the flopped over squirrels body and dragged him back into the hole...like a fucking wounded soldier getting his friend outta harms way...and both completely disappeared.
I can't even begin to tell you the devastation i felt. As if hitting the squirrel wasn't bad enough, his own fucking family pull his ass back into the hole.
No one said a word as we stared at the hole. A few minutes later, when we got back to unloading everything, one of my buddies started to cry...but he tried to hide it. I cried many times that evening in bed.
It was seriously seriously fucked up. It's one of those you-had-to-have-been-there. And the setting didn't help the situation with the early morning mood lighting, cold, and all the other factors that leave an imprint in regards to that morning.
I have never forgotten it and will never get over it. No matter how many animals i've saved over the years, it's never enough. The other squirrel pulling his family (his father, wife, daughter, brother, son, or whichever it was) back down the hole fucked me up for life.
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