At dusk, in the park at the end of my block, on any given summer’s eve, the gray squirrels turn into rats. I don’t know why they do this, and I don’t mind. If a squirrel by day would rather be a rat by night, or vice versa, it makes no difference to me.
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
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