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the squirrel returns, payback time

You would have thought that one terrorising event with the squirrel was enough.

But one week on I am in the park right near the ‘squirrel café’ playing tennis, we had flown away to a 4-2 lead, and have the situation in control.

Then a squirrel comes onto the court.

You don’t have to be a squirrelologist to know this is the same animal.

It’s in his eyes, and when he sees me, he tries to get aggressive, but he wasn’t prepared for another round, he was carrying his lunch, a large nut, and I have a tennis racquet, plus i have been waiting for this moment all week.

When you survive a traumatic experience you first have ‘the fear’, but after that comes ‘the rage’, and did i have the rage, if i caught the little fucker i would rip him to shreds.

Sensing my advantage I attack, I employ the cutting off the ring method that George Foreman used on Muhammad Ali early on in the rumble in the jungle fight.

The squirrel goes left, but I am already there, he goes right, but I manage to cut him off.

Now I have him at a further disadvantage, his speed is no match for me, as I’m wearing tennis shorts.

So I go straight for him, and over the next 30 seconds I chase him all round the baseline.

You have to respect him though, he never drops his nut, or gets hit by my constant swings of the tennis racquet.

He does however know he is not going to win this round, he had an advantage in the café, I had to protect a guide and he could climb walls.

Here I am the master, and after he manages to escape another swing of the racquet he leaves the tennis court in a hurry.

I am quite happy with the result, and take my confidence back to the court.

Unfortunately, my battle with the squirrel affects my game, perhaps I don’t take it as serious after such an emotional stoush, but either way, we win only one more game for the day, and go from 4-2 up, to 6-4, 6-1 down.

I spend the next few days thinking about my next encounter with the squirrel, which will happen next Saturday, if the next two Saturdays provide an accurate guide.

One thing was for sure, if it was the squirrels cafe, then they must now be known as Jrod’s courts, and everyone should know this.

October 14, 2008 - Posted by Jrod | living in london | squirrels, wild animals