When we went to the Jefferson memorial, I got attacked by a rabid squirrel (unconfirmed). I'm pretty sure he was frothing at the mouth and trying to bite me, although mom thought it was funny enough to take pictures of.
My only defense was to try and catch the squirrel and bite him first. Turns out he was a squirrelly little fella! har har...
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Hey Elijah. Soon you will be hunting squirrels with grandpa rosas.
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