Yesterday evening, I walked into the house around 5 p.m. after an afternoon of errands and lots of driving. I was looking forward to pouring myself an ice-cold diet coke and sitting down with a piece of raisin toast and Pride & Prejudice...(yes, I love comfort food too well, sadly).
Amie comes running in yelling,
"a squirrel fell out of the tree mom, and now it can't walk!!"
we ran outside, and yes- a squirrel did fall out of a mature oak tree and was dragging itself along on the sidewalk. So, very sad. We caught it and I got back into the van and drove it to a sort of near-by wildlife center. I am hoping they will release him back into the neighborhood. He'll miss his family and all. I have such a sorry, soft heart...
So, do squirrels fall out of trees on a regular basis? The whole thing was mystifying to me, I found a really informative squirrel site here- but full-grown squirrels falling out of trees is still a mystery.
Next-
I took Demi-sky to the dentist to get his first ever filling. We waited a long time to even make it out of the waiting room, and then the dentist came in, peered at his tooth, and left us sitting there for another long wait. I was wondering how to ask if we should come back another time, without it sounding snarky. We've always had good visits there, this was a first so I tried to be patient...
Well, the Dentist came back and started doing dentist stuff...and then suddenly I realized that he was drilling on my 8 year old son's tooth without numbing it first! I sat up, and stopped myself before I shouted out "what, are you crazy!!" (thinking it would terrify Demi to hear me shouting) and I stopped myself mid-jump up.... I don't think the dentist realized he was 1 1/2 feet away from being physically attacked. I paused for a tiny second to reason with myself that the dentist was a father, and he must have had good reason to be fixing a cavity in this crazy way. As the adrenaline rush lessened, I realized all the drama of actually giving Demi a shot would out-weigh the time actually spent drilling. It must have been a very shallow cavity, and it didn't even hurt.
I let him live,
this time.
Dentistry....danger, danger, danger...