this one's all paul

Here's an object that stymied the normally unstymiable Paul: "Is it a shirt? I wasn't going to touch it to find out -- I just passed a dead squirrel that I had to look at a little too long before realizing what it was."





















Haaaaaaaaaa!

Some things are just that dirty.

In all seriousness, though, I would like to dedicate this entry to the squirrel whom I think I heard dying in my wall last week. It was the first moment in my storied relationship with the wall-squirrels -- not the scrabbling, not the growling, not the sitting audaciously on our kitchen table and eating pears out of the basket -- where I was compelled to recognize our shared, erm, humanity. This is for you.