As I was trying to decide what to blog about this morning, I looked up and saw two squirrels on our back deck. They were quite rapidly enjoying adult relations. (I'm assuming they were adults... perhaps they were horny teen rodents, which would be a great B-movie title.)
I don't know what this has to do with writing, life, death, or anything that happens, but I find it amusing. And it reminds me of the last time my little buddy and I witnessed such sport.
My son asked, "Why is one squirrel on the other's back?"
I, the liar, answered, "Oh... they're probably playing."
Then he said something about them hugging one another.
Ah, innocence. It's refreshing, but I wouldn't want to go back.