Whenever I see them, they’re either eating or looking for food, and honestly, I get that.
On Wikipedia’s “Squirrel” entry, it says that squirrels are born “naked, toothless and blind,” which is such a #mood for how my semester has been going so far.
When it comes to my relationship with the mammal, we go way back.
When I was in elementary school, my dad bought a water gun to scare away the squirrels who liked to eat out of our bird feeder (PETA, please don’t come after us).
That might have intimidated the basic, garden-variety squirrels around my house, but I don’t think it would work on this campus.
The squirrels at UNC seem to be fearless. I don’t think they have respect for a single human being here (except for maybe Squirrel Girl, may she graduate in peace, and possibly Carol Folt — I have a feeling that she’s summoned them Disney princess-style at least once during her time here).
During my time here, I got really close to one squirrel in particular, and by close, I mean in terms of proximity — I don’t have an emotional relationship with a squirrel (yet).
Imagine this scene: I was walking down the little path behind Morrison and the hospital when a squirrel scampers out in front of me.