SML and I spent a large part of our day wondering around the city.  Downtown Boston is considerably different than Allston, the city I'd love to see burn to the ground, because it has clean streets and cafe's without cracking vinyl on the benches.  

While we were in the city it began raining very suddenly, so we sought refuge under a tree at the Boston Commons. When SML looked over his shoulder he noticed this squirrel and motioned for me to check it out.  I must have been the only person alarmed by this sight, that a long-tailed rodent was hovering over the garbage can, because I was the only person staring at it with my mouth open.

When I began to look around the park I noticed that there were several squirrels, all over the place, and people were feeding them!  My God people, look at their claws!  At any moment one of these things could leap onto your face, claw out your eyeballs, and then start burrowing into your skull.  

I'm sure that the National Enquirer has warned us about these kind of things.  That along with the happy gas being let loose around the United States to help us forget about Iraq. 

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