Yesterday afternoon I was walking the dog when two little neighborhood girls came sprinting at me up the sidewalk. “ODESSA’S MOM!” the older one hollered. “IS ODESSA HOME AND CAN WE PLAY WITH HER AND ALSO CAN WE SHOW YOU THE DEAD RATS WE FOUND?” They were actually squirrels — three hairless, embryonic-looking pinkies with their dark, bulging eyes sealed shut. Two of them were gray, limp and slack-jawed on the cement where they had fallen from their nest in a tree, but the third was vibrating weakly — the smallest, most loose-bound scrap of life. I immediately scooped it up in my tank top and began to run home, the little girls chasing after me.
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Yesterday afternoon I was walking the dog when two little neighborhood girls came sprinting at me up the sidewalk. “ODESSA’S MOM!” the older one hollered. “IS ODESSA HOME AND CAN WE PLAY WITH HER AND ALSO CAN WE SHOW YOU THE DEAD RATS WE FOUND?” They were actually squirrels — three hairless, embryonic-looking pinkies with their dark, bulging eyes sealed shut. Two of them were gray, limp and slack-jawed on the cement where they had fallen from their nest in a tree, but the third was vibrating weakly — the smallest, most loose-bound scrap of life. I immediately scooped it up in my tank top and began to run home, the little girls chasing after me.