The Squirrel of Death

I never dreamed slowly cruising on my motorcycle through a residential neighborhood could be so incredibly dangerous!

Little did I suspect.

I was on Brice Street - a very nice neighborhood with perfect lawns and slow traffic. As I passed an oncoming car, a brown furry missile shot out from under it and tumbled to a stop immediately in front of me.

It was a squirrel, and must have been trying to run across the road when it encountered the car. I really was not going very fast, but there was no time to brake or avoid it -- it was that close.

I hate to run over animals, and I really hate it on a motorcycle, but a squirrel should pose no danger to me. I barely had time to brace for the impact.

Animal lovers, never fear. Squirrels, I discovered, can take care of themselves!

Inches before impact, the squirrel flipped to his feet.

He was standing on his hind legs and facing my oncoming Valkyrie with steadfast resolve in his beady little eyes. His mouth opened, and at the last possible second, he screamed and leapt! I am pretty sure the scream was squirrel for, "Banzai!" or maybe, "Die you gravy-sucking, heathen scum!" The leap was nothing short of spectacular...

He shot straight up, flew over my windshield, and impacted me squarely in the chest. Instantly, he set upon me. If I did not know better, I would have sworn he brought 20 of his little buddies along for the attack.

Snarling, hissing, and tearing at my clothes, he was a frenzy of activity. As I was dressed only in a light T-shirt, summer riding gloves, and jeans this was a bit of a cause for concern. This furry little tornado was doing some damage!

Picture a large man on a huge black and chrome cruiser, dressed in jeans, a T-shirt, and leather gloves, puttering at maybe 25 mph down a quiet residential street, and in the fight of his life with a squirrel. And losing...

I grabbed for him with my left hand. After a few misses, I finally managed to snag his tail. With all my strength, I flung the evil rodent off to the left of the bike, almost running into the right curb as I recoiled from the throw.

That should have done it. The matter should have ended right there. It really should have. The squirrel could have sailed into one of the pristinely kept yards and gone on about his business, and I could have headed home.

No one would have been the wiser. But this was no ordinary squirrel. This was not even an ordinary angry squirrel.

This was an EVIL MUTANT ATTACK SQUIRREL OF DEATH!

Somehow he caught my gloved finger with one of his little hands and, with the force of the throw, swung around and with a resounding thump and an amazing impact, he landed squarely on my BACK and resumed his rather antisocial and extremely distracting activities. He also managed to take my left glove with him! The situation was not improved. Not improved at all.

His attacks were continuing, and now I could not reach him. I was startled, to say the least. The combination of the force of the throw, only having one hand (the throttle hand) on the handlebars, and my jerking back unfortunately put a healthy twist through my right hand and into the throttle. A healthy twist on the throttle of a Valkyrie can only have one result.

TORQUE. This is what the Valkyrie is made for, and she is very, very good at it. The engine roared and the front wheel left the pavement.

The squirrel screamed in anger.

The Valkyrie screamed in ecstasy.

I screamed in .. well. I just plain screamed.

Now picture a large man on a huge black and chrome cruiser, dressed in jeans, a slightly squirrel-torn t-shirt, wearing only one leather glove, and roaring at maybe 50 mph and rapidly accelerating down a quiet residential street on one wheel, with a demonic squirrel of death on his back.

The man and the squirrel are both screaming bloody murder.

With the sudden acceleration I was forced to put my other hand back on the handlebars and try to get control of the bike.

This was leaving the mutant squirrel to his own devices, but I really did not want to crash into somebody's tree, house, or parked car. Also, I had not yet figured out how to release the throttle.. my brain was just simply overloaded. I did manage to mash the back brake, but it had little effect against the massive power of the big cruiser.

About this time the squirrel decided that I was not paying sufficient attention to this very serious battle (maybe he was an evil mutant NAZI attack squirrel of death), and he came around my neck and got INSIDE my full-face helmet with me.

As the faceplate closed part way, he began hissing in my face. I am quite sure my screaming changed intensity.It had little effect on the squirrel, however. The RPMs on the Dragon maxed out (since I was not bothering with shifting at the moment), so her front end started to drop.

Now picture a large man on a huge black and chrome cruiser, dressed in jeans, a very raggedly torn T-shirt, wearing only one leather glove, roaring at probably 80 mph, still on one wheel, with a large puffy squirrel's tail sticking out of the mostly closed full-face helmet. By now, the screams are probably getting a little hoarse. Finally I got the upper hand ... I managed to grab his tail again, pulled him out of my helmet, and slung him to the left as hard as I could. This time it worked...sort-of.

Spectacularly sort-of...so to speak.

Picture a new scene.

You are a cop. You and your partner have pulled off on a quiet residential street and parked with your windows down to do some paper work.

Suddenly a large man on a huge black and chrome cruiser, dressed in jeans, a torn T-shirt flapping in the breeze, and wearing only one leather glove, moving at probably 80 mph on one wheel, and screaming bloody murder roars by, and with all his strength throws a live squirrel grenade directly into your police car.

I heard screams.

They weren't mine...

I managed to get the big motorcycle under control and dropped the front wheel to the ground. I then used maximum braking and skidded to a stop in a cloud of tire smoke at the stop sign of a busy cross street.

I would have returned to 'fess up (and to get my glove back).

I really would have.

Really...

Except for two things.

First, the cops did not seem interested or the slightest bit concerned about me at the moment. When I looked back, the doors on both sides of the patrol car were flung wide open. The cop from the passenger side was on his back, doing a crab walk into somebody's front yard, quickly moving away from the car. The cop who had been in the driver's seat was standing in the street, aiming a riot shotgun at his own police car. So, the cops were not interested in me. They often insist to "let the professionals handle it" anyway.

That was one thing.

The other?

Well, I could clearly see shredded and flying pieces of foam and upholstery from the back seat. But I could also swear I saw the squirrel in the back window, shaking his little

fist at me.

That is one dangerous squirrel.

And now he has a patrol car.

A somewhat shredded patrol car .. but it was all his.

I took a deep breath, turned on my turn-signal, made a gentle right turn off of Brice Street, and sedately left the neighborhood. I decided it was best to just buy myself a new pair of gloves. And a whole lot of Band-Aids.

m.a.

This one time about 3 months ago... oh no it was last week ... ahh, I have to tell you something ... I forgot ... it was not me at all.

Rob ... I tried but alas I don't think I can top that!!

I loved that one!

- Jeff

  JEFF said:

This one time about 3 months ago... oh no it was last week ... ahh, I have to tell you something ... I forgot ... it was not me at all.

Rob ... I tried but alas I don't think I can top that!!

I loved that one!

- Jeff

Thanks Jeff.

Just to clarify things, this didn't happen to me. It is an email sent to me by a friend. I immediately thought of you guys/gals while I was reading it. Glad you enjoyed it! :laugh:

Great story!

Picture it from the Squirrels point of view, sitting in a tree with his buddies, telling them about his day....

There I am minding my own business, just being a squirel, trying to get a nut. I go to cross the street to get to the most choice Pecan tree in the neighborhood, when a huge four tired beast pounces over me to eat me whole. My heart is racing in my furry little chest. I urge every ounce of strength to thow myself sideways, and somehow, I manage to tumble out from under this huge preditor.

Dazed, I regain my faculties just soon enough to find one of the strangest looking things I have ever seen, bearing down on me, ready to chew me to bits. It had the shiniest Jet black coat I have ever seen, the biggest and brightest teeth ready to chew me to smitherenes, and a deep and low attack grow that screams "don't even try, you are done for"!

I was frightened out of my skin at first, and momentarily froze. Then, suddenly, I had had enough! This is not the first time this has happened, these large carnivorous creatures are constantly taking their toll on my family and friends. I was going to let this voracious black, shiney-toothed preditor know that I had teeth and claws too. I pounced over its mouth, and I sank everything that was sharp into it, shredding its flesh, blaring my battle cry as I brought the war to it, up-close and personal! It tried to throw me off once, I knew I was winning, so I held on for another pass. I used its momentum of its motion, and tore huge chunks of flesh off the creature and carved up the other side of this menace. I heard his gutteral grow turn into shrill screams of terror! I saw changes in his shape and experienced its fear pheromone! It bellowed like a bull, and tried to run like a frightened racoon, wow was it fast. despite how large and how fast it was, I was getting the best of this creature, but I wasn't sure my point was made, so I got in its face! I mean right in its face, I saw the terror in its eyes. I felt its hot breath from its panicked screams. It was so deep in fear, it threw me off instead of gulping me down. It threw me off to be double teamed by a coulpe of its pack members, but I ran those off too, they were more afraid of me than the one I rode around the neighborhood. I don't think any of them will give us any more trouble. Especially the large black one with the shiney teeth and the gutteral growl-He does not want me to get the chance to take another piece of him-the daffodill!

Will

Will

Must have been the Geico squirrel.

Holy PoopShoot Those were both too Freakin funny!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

If I don't wake up, they will always wonder what the hell I was laughing at!! :devious:

Thanks Will.

That was a great response from the squirrel's point of view. I'll have to forward that on to my friend who sent the original story to me.

Thanks for that story.... People here at work thought I had lost my mind I was laughing so hard. What a great way to start off the week. To who ever the original writer is He should win a prize for the greatest short story of the month.

Can you say..........."Squirrels Gone Wild" Great storys guys!!!

Vicky

Funny story!!

I just had someone tell me that I looked a little strange sitting in my office by myself and laughing!