One Wonders if Being Peed on by a Squirrel Means Anything

And then you find out that everything is an opportunity to tell a story to everyone you see just to amuse yourself and them. And things are better.

A lesser resourced me would’ve have been rattled by the last couple of weeks’ happenings. My nervous system took a licking and kept on ticking. Turns out being peed on by a squirrel becomes a highlight of your week if you deliver the story well.

Within a week, I had my credit card number hijacked, our downstairs air conditioning unit blew out releasing that freon into the atmosphere forever, I got a nail in my truck tire, and I got peed on by a squirrel. When you have a nice bank staff, good credit, AAA car help paid for, and sense of humor, you can get through life one day at a time.

Oh, how does one get peed on by a squirrel? There’s a tree over my back deck. There’s a leafy nest built high above previously used by an opossum who fell out of the tree one day onto the back porch, dazed and stunned. I’m thinking the nest is now unoccupied and am outside typing something on my laptop.

When I felt droplets of moisture on my legs, I thought, rain? I looked up and saw the drops were raining down from the nest and pulled my legs in. Then a squirrel head poked over the side of the nest and looked down at me.

I start yelling, “That’s disgusting! Who pees in their nests?! Oh, squirrels pee in their nests. Nice!” And then I moved my chair and got a paper towel.

You can’t make this stuff up only because the delivery wouldn’t be so silly and exuberant if you didn’t actually experience squirrel golden showers. I told my story to the mail lady, the people at the bank, and whomever else I could catch to tell. And I felt so much better I had amused myself right out of feeling sorry for myself.

Life is so wonderfully unpredictable. I Love / Hate that.