an EXPLOSION.
i was still slightly asleep, so i somehow incorporated the explosion into my dream. when i decided to get up, i thought i had dreamt the whole thing.
it wasn't until i went upstairs that i learned the truth.
a poor squirrel had climbed up an electrical pole and blew a transformer.
so now we are without electricity and i am watching the provo city power guys in their cherry picker trying to fix the blown transformer.
i wonder if the squirrel was vaporized. maybe it's just lying dead and fried at the bottom of the pole. i wonder what squirrel tastes like.
5 comments:
Poor squirrel. That's terrible.
Hah! This happened to a squirrel on our street last summer when I was in Italy. I heard the news over email that Ratatosc, the terror of the apricot trees, had perished. But the children of Ratatosc live on.
And by the way, I love your hair {including the color} whether it is curly or straight, it is upersp--which just so happens to be my word verification
eww.
I knew an Elder from Louisiana who liked squirrel, he said it tastes just like chicken. He and his district used to catch squirrels and eat them. I have no idea why anyone would eat a Montreal squirrel though, I've seen what they eat....
sad day squirrel.
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