squirrel suicide

i have a habit of looking out for little animals while i'm sitting in the car (as driver or passenger). mostly in toronto it's squirrels. i’m usually amazed to see them running around in the snow, leaving cute little footprints in their wake. i know some people argue that they are just rodents with glorified tails but i think they’re rather cute (despite first hand experience of their destructive powers once they make it into one’s house … that’s another story for another time).

so yesterday, sitting in the car and chatting away merrily with my mum, all of a sudden i see a squirrel on the curb contemplating its next move. basically, to make a long story short, it hoped into the road, changed its mind, then got hit by the car in front. i saw it take its final breath. it’s been more than 24 hours now but it keeps coming back into my mind. it’s silly, but i was in shock and had a good cry about it too.

in totally unrelated life happenings i have my ticket for la! i can’t wait to get out there next month for g’s wedding. it should be fun. it’ll be my first time in california and given the recent terrible weather here i’ve been seriously craving moving to a warm climate and cali is a good option. it’s also the holyland of the majority of iranians who seem to end up there somehow. ironic? i think it’s the love of sunshine.