Squirrels on the Outskirts

Amok? Is that too strong a word for what’s going on with the area squirrels. Breslin Mack, a normally quiet off-the-grid type, is taking no chances. For him, and others like him terror has a new name, and it is Tamiasciurus hudsonicus or brown squirrel.

Following reports of yet another attackcident, I made my way to his domain on the outskirts of Highland Square. Upon climbing the fence and dropping over I was greeted by Breslin Mack. He had a way about him. I don’t know what it is.


I was not able to understand much of what he said. He pointed to a self-fashioned suit of armor he fashioned from lids and melted pans for W, his dog. Apparently, the dog had already run into the business end of a squirrel and it left his right eye in chaotic blindness.

The interview did not go well. He was not very forthcoming with details. Not the printable kind. Suffice it to say, I am running out of gas on this gag. The Highland Square Tattler will have to do without me for a while. I have other pursues to endeavor.