We’ve all fallen prey to Berkeley’s most abundant creatures. They look up at you with those big, innocent eyes, and you just feel the urge to feed the poor things. Unfortunately, this is not Snow White, and you are not a squirrel whisperer. When the peanuts run out, they will turn on you …
We at the Clog recently saw the more dangerous side of these furry frenemies.
One particularly outgoing squirrel made his presence known by sniffing and climbing around our feet. Of course, we assumed he was being friendly and proceeded to pet him. Strike 1.
Then we bent down to allow him to sniff our fingers. Strike 2.
And finally, we attempted to pet the squirrel. Three strikes, and the claws came out.
We looked down at our hands, horrified to find we had a new battle wound. So we sulked to the Tang Center with our fresh squirrel bite, feeling defeated. Life lesson: Squirrels are not our friends.
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