University of Montana campus, on our way to view a new impressionist art exhibit. He was probably after yesterday's acorns.
I have a thing against squirrels, so posting this photo probably qualifies as a mild step in therapy. It's hard to get over animosity toward someone who breaks into your house while you're away for the weekend and trashes the place, and then doesn't even have the sobriety to leave before you get back. And the perp possessing a cute fluffy tail and big brown eyes doesn't incline me toward leniency. Now that I've rehashed that little incident, forget therapy - I still don't like squirrels.