Just like clumps

I still wish that little baby squirrel didn't have to get run over.

It was going to die anyways, but being run over isn't cool.

Was a good 2 days of walking onto my porch and getting chased by it. I buried it. Sang a song on the way back home. Lyrics were something about a little rabid baby squirrel, getting run over, can't chase me no more.

I think I wrote it down.

..Whatev.

Now I'm just spamming you all with useless shit. Ignore it if you want.