Spring

So I am cleaning out my den today. You know moving the rock
that fell into my dry wallow out and building a deeper den to
store some more chow in. And those plume tailed rats came
running by and frolicking. They were doing their spring wrestling
moves. What an annoying group of fat heads, tumbling around and
chittering. No self respecting squirrel would go out looking like that.

I bit one. On the tail.

It was fun.