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February 19, 2008 / 5:05 p.m.
I think I saw the fireball this morning in my sleep. Although, it must have been interpreted through my dreams and interposed into my consciousness as i woke slightly to the open blinds against the couch i was sleeping on, facing towards the east, as from the news reports i have gathered the fireball traveled towards.
There is a squirrel outside, who has feasted on the bird-feeder that is positioned in the middle of the courtyard dangling off an oak tree...
but, i see him now, jumping from the bushes, hoping to span the few tree branches that reach to the tree that holds the feeder, and he can't make it. rather, the first branch wide enough to contain his stalled motion will be where he rests and scratches his horrible flee infestation. he will pause there, thinking about the seeds probably, but scratch his entire body with ever limb... and in every position.
he will use his teeth for his back, his right rear paw for his right side, his left rear paw for his left side... and so forth. he will rotate these scratching positions alternately.
and then move a foot (has 30 feet to go), stop a foot away from his last position, then repeat the scratching cycle.
i'd imagine if you were to capture or trap him and pull back his layer of fur, that thousands of fleas would scatter... or just give you the 'what do you want?' look and continue sucking blood...
i want to tranquilize him and give him a small dose of flea treatment, but would it ultimately mean anything. probably not, i suspect.
sometimes he makes it to the actual branch that the bird feeder lies on, although he will turn around and scratch from the position he is supposed to be facing before he suspends himself down to suck the seeds out.
i wonder if he is ever able to sleep. most likely, he never does