I have a habit of calling all squirrels “Skippy” and of course, they probably take offense to this.  Somewhat stereotypical of me, really.  And in addition to that, I always feel the need to spout off some “smart” comment to them…

So today, I am walking through Battery Park, and I see this little fella.  I say to him, “Well, howdy-ho little Skippy?  What goes on with you today?  What ya’ eatin’ there little buddy ….. tee…. hee….hey there Skipper….where do you hide your nuts?”  And I started laughing pretty darn hard.  (Milk came out of my nose, and I wasn’t even drinking milk.)

At any rate, the squirrel looks straight at me, holds up a little sunflower seed hull, and then I swear…. I swear…….he gave me the little squirrely-furry-middle-finger.    He then cocks his tiny head,  and says, “The name’s Floyd.”  (Now what kind of squirrel-parents name their kid “Floyd”?)  It’s just not right, I’ll tell you.  Just not right.  (No wonder he’s angry.)