My family has a sort of animal magnetism. No, not like that! I'm talking animals seem to be drawn to us and the bleeding hearts that we are...well, there's always something. Probably the reason we have so many pets and over the years have had a barnyard of others. So considering, it really shouldn't be a shock to anyone to know that we recently were put in the situation of dealing with 3 baby squirrels. Only 2 of them survived...
Tiny little babies. Feeding them an electrolyte and formula until we were able to get a hold of the woman who'd make anyone become a bleeding heart towards animals, if you weren't so already, and an irate fly killer... the nasty little culprits that lay eggs on the babies...the nerve of them. As she told us, "Every time you smash one of those little fuckers,"...maybe she didn't exactly say fuckers..."think of who you're killing them for." Killing the flies for the babies... in case you didn't catch that. I never thought of flys laying eggs on living things. Gag... ok enough maggot talk... bleck.
Anyways... this woman's name is Jenny Underwood. You may know her husband the man that sells the famous Fat Burger at Fat Alberts. Yum. So Jenny, this is our second visit to her over the years. It's such a strange, fascinating experience going to her house. You're filled with a childlike awe as you walk through the pack of fawn coming up and kissing your hands. Observing the incubators full of baby squirrels, raccoons, or whatever else wildlife has been brought to her. The woman's a saint. The woman's also 71 years old. After telling us noone else in the area does this sort of thing, that she'd probably do it til she died, then telling us probably won't be to long now... made me think. I was just telling my dear friend the other day how I believe my husband was born to do such things. We often joke of him bringing animals home like a young child would or how he's always finding something. He even commented on a couple country homes that recently came on the market. Maybe this is our sign...
