A Tale of a Tail

Warning: This post contains graphic content.

Still here?

Don't say I didn't tell you.

The Boy went bike riding with his girlfriend yesterday on a local trail. He returned with a tale to tell that only one of our herd could possibly tell. These things don't really happen in normal families, do they?

I'm so disturbed by this.

According to The Boy, an unreasonably bold squirrel charged onto the path and began to play a serious game of chicken.

He swerved, but couldn't miss the little critter. He bounced and rolled several feet into the woods and the squirrel...

Well, his tale (tail?) was not such a happy one.

Yes, that is what you think it is. A piece of tail. 

At least The Boy had his girlfriend to comfort him. That poor squirrel had to nurse his wounds all by himself.  

I'm just so incredibly thankful that he didn't bring the tail home.