Photograph of a car with a squirrel inside of it, perched on the steering wheel. The car is the color of champaign at a beige convention, and the squirrel is the color of squirrels. The squirrel is holding a package of crackers in it's mouth. They are the kind like you get at a restaurant, where you get two crackers wrapped in plastic. The driver's side window is slightly cracked. This is how the squirrel got in, and how it got out. It threw the crackers out first, and then climbed out after them. Everything in this operation suggested that this was not the squirrel's first rodeo.
A closeup of the squirrel sitting on the steering wheel. The squirrel deserves a name, so we'll call her Anjeloma, and she's what you might call a winner. She is still squirrel colored. The crackers are white, and labeled "Zest." As if Anjeloma needed more zest. Squirrel, please. You can't see much of the car, but you can see smudges of grunge at the edges of the windshield, where the wipers have cast aside the debris of previous rains and pollen-falls.
The world is stupid, but I just watched a squirrel break into a car in the parking lot below me, steal a package of crackers, and escape to a nearby tree. So at least somebody is winning.
