barbara_bush tender_square he’s ballsy, that squirrel. he’s so cavalier in his approach i often think him george. it’s the face that tells me otherwise. he pulls his lips back into a sinister scowl, showing two buckteeth tinged with red. i cross my legs as i rock on the porch swing and he stands on his hind, placing one front paw on my wiggling toe for balance as he stares. he jumped onto the table and attempted a granola bar heist while my laptop blocked my view of his careful creeping. 220702 what's it to you? who go blather from