Well, the Christmas card season is winding down for most families. Ours will be in the mail soon (this year’s excuse is the new book manuscript), once inspiration hits. In the meantime, Hiram and I will keep chuckling about the funny story shared in our neighbors’ letter about their college-aged son. Here it is verbatim, so you get the full effect.
John and a few of his track teammates live in an old house on the edge of the Truman State campus. A few weeks ago one of them shot a squirrel with a BB gun. Not wanting to be wasteful, Brandon Decided he wanted to cook and eat it. Once he had the varmint in the kitchen he noticed it still twitching. So, with the squirrel lying on the kitchen counter, he took a big wooden spoon and bonked it on the nose. This sent the rodent into a flopping frenzy and at the same time snorting blood all over the place. After the squirrel finally gave up Brandon realized he was late for class so he wrote a quick note and left. Jon arrive home a few minutes later…walked into the kitchen to find a dead squirrel on the counter, blood splattered all over and a short note that read, “Skin, salt and pepper lightly, and bake at 375 degreed for 90 minutes. I’ll be home in time to eat and help clean up. Brandon.
Are you thinking you’d like to meet this kid, Brandon? I sure am.
And I can’t wait to share the letter with my brother-in-law when he arrives later this week. He’s had his own personal squirrel vendetta for years. Maybe this story will inspire him to detail his story in a comment.
If you have a squirrel story of your own, leave your comment, too. This post could become a repository of American Squirrel Lore. Pretty cool when you think it started with a Christmas letter, huh?
