‎"No animals were harmed during the shooting of this film, except for the squirrel." -- Deepak, Jr.

 

The little bastard was rummaging around in my lunch.  I don’t have any problem punching a squirrel in the chops when it’s munching on my pastrami & swiss.  But, that’s not how the creep met his doom.  This was one of those nature flicks…you know, where the wildebeests are running down a New England street in the fall, the sound of their hooves muffled beneath the kaleidoscopic colors of fallen leaves.  As usual, this dumb-ass squirrel ran out in front of them and became “Squishy the Squirrel.”  Not my fault.  Sort of cool to watch, though.  The wildebeests didn’t even notice.