One afternoon I was walking Jake in Mar Vista. The neighborhood has these massive 30-foot palm trees.
I was approaching such a tree when I heard a squealing animal ruckus from the top.
Sounds like rats. I heard rats live in palm trees. Wonder if it’s true.
Sudden black blob comes sailing off the top.
Must be a pigeon OH GOD THAT’S A SQUIRREL.
Peeooooo! PAF. Squirrel pile on pavement.
It’s dead! Two squirrels were fighting and one fell out and died!
Jake wants to go sniff it. No no no.
Its tail moves.
It’s alive? How could it live? Now I have to mercy kill it! I don’t know how to mercy kill anything!
It wobbles up! Staggers. Jogs for the tree.
Gets two feet high and falls off. Who can blame it?
Tries again and up up up it goes and disappears in the fronds.
I didn’t hear any more animal fighting sounds. They must have resolved their issue.