Okay, I know you don't believe me when I say there are demonic squirrels tailing me. Wherever I look, I see their glowing little eyeballs and their penetrating gaze.
Today, I was in Brookville, trying to take a picture of a baby rabbit and I swore I heard a sound. I turned slowly, knowing full well it was the sound that only a demonic squirrel can make.
And there he was, his hands clasped together, mumbling to the frozen gnome about my presence in the backyard. The gnome listened, but being unable to reply to the squirrel, stood firmly rooted.
Then the squirrel turned to look at me... and I'm not lying.... but he raised his third little finger and flipped me off.