At work I am often visited by squirrels.  I do not mean that they come by to chat, have a coffee or anything like that.  They just come up to the window by my desk to stare at me and then scurry away. 

I am never quite sure why they are looking at me, but when they do I often wonder what they are thinking.  Do I look like a giant animated nut that they long to sink their teeth in?  Maybe they pity me. You know like a person may pity an animal at the zoo.  A poor creature trapped in a cage with no freedom.  Like the mighty lion that has been robbed of his kingdom, and now can only lounge about and occasionally lick himself. 

I will never know what the squirrels are actually thinking, but I know what I would be thinking if I were one of them.  I would wonder why this guy is staring at me.  Does he think I am some kind of furry sandwich?

I will not lie and say that I have formed some kind of a connection with the squirrels.  I am by no means a squirrel whisperer.  I just find it interesting.  I believe I will miss the little guys when the weather turns colder and they settle down for their winter naps.  I hope that they too will miss me.  I often envision them dreaming of me; their human nut friend.

I should probably stop thinking of this human-animal connection.  I am in the middle of teaching a class and the students are starting to wonder why I am quietly staring out of the window in the middle of a lecture.