New York City squirrels, they ain’t too smart
YES! Pigeons also attack me daily. I am a target. They can smell my fear.
There’s a limited number of squirrels in the city. But they appear sometimes. In a cliche display of melting pot diversity, their breeds appear to be mixed and non-regional. Gray ones, brown ones, black ones; gray ones with brown tails, brown ones with gray tails.
They also don’t act like rural squirrels. My old Indiana dog was an adept hinter. She could catch a bird mid-air; dig a hole and yank out a mole mid-earth. But she never caught a squirrel. Squirrels, in more natural areas, are extremely fast and cunning rodents, is what I’m tryin’ to say. City squirrels are slow. They’ll walk right up to you, demanding fun-size Snickers bars.
I saved a lumbering city squirrel from the jaws of my roommate’s dog the other day. It was just hanging out at the base of a tree and Chloe coulda had that thing on lockdown if it weren’t for my jerk of the leash. That being the only squirrel we’ve really seen in the neighborhood, she always runs to that same tree, hoping for a taste. Today we saw that squirrel again. Dead. It appears to have been rolled over by an SUV trying to parallel park.
