I was a junior chipmunk, and I had to be versed in all the woodland creatures.

I admit that this blog post comes somewhat belatedly, but the hilarity of the story, in my opinion, will never expire. This may end up being one of those And-Then-I-Found-Five-Dollars stories that only those involved think is funny. But that's sufficient for me.

Last Thursday, Miss Sarah Young and I were walking towards the Quad after our new tradition of Thursday Ferg Lunch where Sarah, Charlie, Shane, and I have grown fond of catching up on life as we eat Chick-fil-a and drink Izze Soda. I was walking with Sarah to her class in Lloyd because I didn't have class until 2. In the meantime, I was planning to take advantage of the beautiful day and do some reading on the Quad. As we often are, Sarah and I were engaged in Gilmore Girls-esque banter, admittedly paying little attention to where we were going as we walked.

As we traversed the stone pathway in front of Gorgas Library, however, we both snapped to our senses as we were ambushed by two seemingly rabid squirrels charging straight towards us. These were no innocent squirrels carelessly crossing our path. No, these squirrels were vicious. And they were out for blood. As soon as we spotted our assailants, we both stopped mid-sentence, clutched onto each other and screamed like the little girls we are. We were amazed as they hurtled full speed out of a tree and bolted straight toward us. By some miracle, they split paths and ran on either side of us, and Sarah and I were left clinging to each other for dear life, marveling at what had just happened. I faintly remember a guy sitting on Gorgas steps laughing at us.

We walked the rest of the way to Lloyd recovering from our near death experience and wondering over how desensitized the squirrels on campus have become towards humans. So much for that "They're more afraid of you than you are of them" thing.

Wikipedia tells me that squirrels can sometimes become defensive of their nests and will become somewhat aggressive to defend their territory. Message received, territorial rodents. You better believe that I'm walking to the other side of a sidewalk when I see a squirrel about to cross my path now.

Now with a phobia of the sciurus carolinenis,

Katie K.