SQUERT

Sharing Stories

November 14, 2022 at 1:39 p.m.

Squirrels like peanuts!

...by Pete MacDoran

SQUERT

When I was a kid, my family included my mom, Juliette, and my dad, Frank. I was the oldest of four children. I had two sisters, Darlene and Sheila and a brother, Frank.

There were numerous animals in our house acquired by our brother Frankie: dogs/pups, cats, and various other creatures: tree squirrels, snakes (not deadly, our brother assured us).

There was one particular male squirrel that our dad insisted could no longer be in the house with us because of its aerial urine launches which gave it the name: SQUERT.

Our dad assembled an outdoor cage with a roof. If you gave peanuts to the squirrel, he rapidly consumed whatever you provided and then grabbed the wire fencing, shaking it while chattering. If no new supply of peanuts was provided, SQUERT grabbed the fencing and shook it, then ran up to the top of the fencing to urinate on the person who had committed the error of running out of peanuts.

Pete MacDoran is a frequent contributor to Sharing Stories, a Washington resident and author of Amazon.com: The Old Men Will Die First: A True Story of Cold War Espionage.

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