|The Mothership |
Only 4 because this could have been so much better.
Yeah I was at least hoping for a cutaway to reveal the kid's hand being bit off. Facial's for the Birds, damnit.
I don't think it's supposed to be good.
I read a while back that some squirrels in Central Park ate crack rocks and started attacking people.
ROUS, are you deducting stars along racial grounds?
My campus had a similar problem with people smoking outside of buildings and leaving half-smoked butts on the ground, especially around the Philosophy department (go figure) The squirrels developed a nicotine addiction and would go after smokers. The reason Satre survived so long was because he always smoked inside.
A few weeks ago, during the first of the deep freezes, my mother saw our younger dog chasing after a squirrel that was bleeding. She managed to get our dog away from the squirrel. One of its front legs was gone, either because our dog snapped it off or because it might have froze to the roof. My mother just assumed it would curl up in the bushes and bleed to death. Next day... nope, the amputee squirrel was back pillaging our bird feeders, total survivor, like Merle from THE WALKING DEAD.
Moral: don't underestimate squirrels.
This trailer is pretty much the first scene from THE LOST WORLD: JURASSIC PARK, except with squirrels instead of whatever those tiny velociraptor-like dinosaurs are called.
One of the neighborhood cats caught and eviscerated a squirrel, and now gets chased around by the crows and squirrels every time she goes outside. Now that's a movie.
It's not scary OR funny!
While I stayed in Brooklyn, I once saw a squirrel on the ledge outside the kitchen window. I am convinced it was some kind of squirrel demon. It had wild frizzed out fur and looked at me unmoving with crazed eyes, abyssal eyes. My brain could barely form memories of it. When it finally left, I didn't see it leave, it was just gone.
That squirrel is terrible.
|Binro the Heretic |
My female coworkers admonished me for referring to the squirrels who cavort around the break area behind the building as "fuzzy-tailed tree rats."
"They're not rats!" they protested, "They're cute and cuddly!"
One day, as we were sitting there, one of the ladies said "What's that squirrel eating?" Everyone looked and. as if on cue, the squirrel turned around to reveal it was noshing on the lower half of a baby squirrel.
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