The title of this song sounds like the title of a bad punk rock song but when Molly and I were taking our afternoon walk yesterday, we encountered a squirrel furiously nibbling on something. We had a cookout the night before so I figured it had grabbed up a piece of hotdog bun or something someone had left behind and was having a snack. Molly and I walked over to take a look and I discovered that the squirrel had been eating a mushroom. I was surprised because I had never known a squirrel to eat mushrooms before.
The White Squirrel Festival was in Brevard this weekend and I suppose you could make the comparison that the White Squirrel Festival is Brevard's version of Woodstock and maybe the squirrel was in a celebratory mood and was indulging in some hallucinogenics to get the party started. Then again, that is the last thing me and Molly need is a squirrel running around here hopped up on mushrooms.
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