Afterwards, we had a picnic at the park near the falls. As we sat eating, the girls suddenly turned around and started shouting, "Squirrel! Squirrel!" This well-fed squirrel began circling our table.
How cute, we thought. Until he kept coming closer, and closer, and closer. Suddenly he was only about a foot from the kids side of the table - staring up at us from the ground waiting for his share of the picnic.
Now, I like a good squirrel here and there, but when I have shorts on and those little claws are close enough to reach out and get aquianted with me, I don't like squirrels anymore. The girls were getting a litte nervous, too, so I decided it was time to be the tough father and scare away the big, fat, scarry squirrel.
I stood and walked around the table to shoo it away, thinking it would scamper off like all squirrels do. I was wrong. As I came within two feet of that beast, instead of fleeing to higher ground, he took a step towards me, as if to taunt me and say, "Wha'cha gonna do now?"
Now I have to admit, for a second my heart started beating double-time as I pictured that rabbid monster nibbling away at my legs like they were ears of corn. But I quickly regained my compusure and, determined not to mar my reputation as the protective daddy, held my ground.
With arms flailing (and other park-goers laughing, I'm sure) I put that squirrel in it's place and sent it retreating for safety. That's right, I stared danger in the eyes and lived to tell about it! With our comfort zone re-established, we finished our picnic in peace.
And just adventure time for others...
We had a great day!