Jennifer Packard's 4-year-old son was their latest victim. As she unwrapped a muffin during a picnic last week, a brown tree squirrel pounced on her son, Andrew, biting and scratching as he ran screaming through the park, then hanging on as he rolled desperately in the grass.
``It was such a horror,'' Packard recalled of the attack, which left her boy with a trail of red claw marks, a bite on his upper arm -- and a regimen of painful rabies shots. ``To hear your child screaming the way you've never heard before . . . it was just bone chilling.''
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In non-squirrel related news, yesterday was a pretty good day. When I finally got home I was amped up and raring to go thanks to a hearty workout and repeated listenings of "Over the Mountain" by Ozzy Osbourne (if you have even an ounce of metal in your body, you have to hear this song - an old Randy Rhoads classic off of "Diary of a Madman." It's good and crunchy!!!). It was the first time since I'd been back that both Julie and I were home together for more than 5 minutes, so we headed over to the newly-opened Hamilton's Tavern (formerly Sparky's) with our roommate, and were eventually joined by the Mystery Dater and one of our former roommates. Hanging out with friends and having some drinks would be wonderful enough, but having our neighbood bar back made the evening priceless. They've retained a good bit of the Sparky's flavor, but have made it slightly more upscale with fancy wines and lots of microbrews. I miss the PBR pitchers, art phone (though we will have Reese back!), and dirty couches, but I guess I'll need to accept and move on.
It's been an up-and-down week being back and getting settled in, with lots of backlog at work and more than a little emotional roller-coastering (thanks for helping me get through it, JJ!), but I'm looking forward to the weekend. B-day festivities for J* promise to be exciting, and I'm looking forward to some of the gang getting to meet MLH, and vice versa. The two of us have road trip plans tomorrow (maybe to The Living Desert), and I'm ready to get the keys and go...
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