Every morning around 6:30 when I stumble into the kitchen to make coffee and eat my daily egg it never fails that out on the back porch a couple of mad squirrels have gathered for their morning brawl. I think to myself.. God, it’s too early for fighting, right? Regardless they perform their rituals I perform mine. They might very well be thinking… “who is this nondescript weasel staring at us through the glass? And who drinks black water at 6 in the morning?!” 

Regardless, I’ve always fancied squirrels for one reason or another. There used to be a band from the nineties who took a particular interest in them. I bought their album on cassette tape. They were called “For Squirrels”. I’m not really sure that squirrels need someone to champion their cause.. or if they even have a cause.. but it was a noble gesture nonetheless. I wonder what ever happened to that band?