The Beviad–musings, mutterings and myths

The squirrels died because I didn’t feed them for two days earlier this week, when this weather began. I didn’t want to go out in such weather to buy peanuts, so I just selfishly failed to feed them. This all reminds me of the old Chinese saying about how, if you save someone’s life, you are thereafter responsible for looking after it. I had introduced myself to those squirrels as a source of food, had fed them (and their ancestors) for years. Then I just selfishly stopped, because I didn’t want to cross the street to the depanneur. ARRRG.

It is bitterly cold out today, something like minus 22, and I seem to have killed all the squirrels.

Either that, or they have all gone elsewhere. There used to be six of them that came out every day to eat the peanuts I threw under the cherry tree. Now there are none.