Skippy! The Beginning

I was walking through the park one day, not for the scenery or for fun, I had just lost my keys and couldn't drive home. As I walked through the tree line, I caught something from the corner of my eye . . . A GLOWING SQUIRREL!! It was the first time I'd seen a squirrel, let alone a glowing one! I stopped in place and was about to run, when his eyes met mine. Like normal, I panicked. I didn't know what to do!

His tail twitched and then it happened! I threw a jar of peanut butter at it!! WHACK! Success!! The full 16 ounce of peanut butter hit its mark dead square in the forehead. It was unusual to actually hit my target. Normally, I couldn't hit any thing smaller than the broad side of a barn. I should have run for it while I had my chance! He was a bit dazed and didn't know what to look at, the jar or me, but at that time I realized my mistake. I THREW MY ONLY JAR OF PEANUT BUTTER! What had happened. Next is still unbelievable, he grabbed the jar with his front paws and removed the lid with one of his tails! At the time, I didn't think it was very impressive. The only thing that was going through my mind was that my peanut butter was going to be eaten by someone that wasn't me!! I did the only thing that I could do in that situation. I THREW A SPOON! The spoon hit a tree six feet to the right of the glowing peanut butter thief. The next step didn't surprise me at all; after all, it was expected. The squirrel wrapped the peanut butter jar in his tail, ran over to the spoon, picked it up, and THREW IT BACK AT ME!! Can you believe it? That little glowing rat!!! After it hit me and fell to the ground, I picked it up and threw it back at him. I mean, I attempted to throw it back at him, but in my rage I let go of the spoon too soon. So I had to fetch the spoon about 5 feet behind me, and as I turned back around to go back to my original position, I jumped in surprise as the squirrel was in my original spot, STILL eating my peanut butter!

That was the last straw! Not only was the glowing BUG a better thrower than me, AND eating my peanut butter, but now he was mocking me! I took that spoon and reared back further than I have ever reared back before. This was it, the time to prove myself and to save the last bit of peanut butter I had, other than the 6 jars of peanut butter I had at the house. (I know! I was running very low!). I let loose a mighty battle cry as I hurled that spoon with strength I never knew I had. "PEANUT BUTTER!!!!!" Although the throw itself was impressive, (over half of it was buried In the ground), the aiming was my normal "can't-hit-the-broad-side-of-a-barn" type of throw. For the next 14 minutes and 26 seconds, I stood there and watched my peanut butter being spoiled by hands that weren't mine. Every once in a while, the squirrel would get some peanut butter on his nose and wipe it off with his tail, then proceed to lick his tail clean . . . that just made me jealous.

After the jar was empty, he licked his paws and tail one last time, then ran away. In hopes of at least a taste, I started towards the empty jar laying on it's side, but stopped mid way as the squirrel came back to the jar with the spoon I had thrown, in between his tails. He set the jar upright, looked at me for a good 15 seconds, then waved. I'm still not sure, but I think he even winked at me! He climbed into the empty jar, spoon still in his tails, and made a few circles. He stopped and everything was still for the next 2 minutes, other than the tears running down my cheeks which I couldn't get to stop. At this time, I was so depressed that I didn't care what happened to me. I walked up to the jar which had a glowing squirrel inside that had a spoon wrapped in glowing tails sticking out of the top of it and peeked in. The sight of the sleeping squirrel inside a peanut butter jar melted my heart. I gently picked up the jar and started petting one of the tails. He twitched and I dropped the jar. After it hit the ground, he stuck his head out with very wide eyes. He spotted me and regardless of what people say, he glared at me with a look that could put a hole in wet paint! He went back into the now-his-jar, and went back to sleep.

I picked the jar up again and proceeded to pet the spoon. After a short while when I thought it was safe, I started petting his tail. I thought that someone who loves peanut butter this much couldn't be all bad. It didn't take me long to decide. The squirrel was coming home with me. After the walk home, the adventure of living with a radioactive squirrel (which I have named Skippy) had begun . . . . . . . .