I really detest squirrels! No, but I really detest them! I hate how they eat just a bit out of one apple after another. I hate how,they look at me as though they think I’ll feed them. I hate how they look at me with that manic glazed eye that recognizes at last my enmity. That’s why I was surprised to see this guy in the Mass MOCA when I visited Massachussets recently. It surprised me to see this rather appealing specimin ( I am trying to be fair here) in a sort of ” room installation”. It was disturbing because I am rather a pack rat myself and have none of the clear minded sang froid that allows some friends to pitch out anything useless. I keep old books. I turn old clothes over and put them back in the cupboard….just in case! Paper clips, balls of string, strange chargers for obscure electronic devices, odd crockery, a full button box, boxes of old photos that will never be transferred to CD’s……maybe there is more of the squirrel in me than I like to admit. Maybe that’s why I detest them so?!