Eno: What are you writing? Fang: A letter to the mayor asking him to deport all the squirrels back to squirrel-land. Eno: There's no such place as "squirrel-land". Fang: don't tell me the cats invaded and made it part of catistan!
In the 1800s the squirrels of Washington, DC were hunted to extinction. Made too good a Brunswick stew. Some congressman missed them and so had some captured and released and now there are more than nature could sustain, if it weren’t for the tourists feeding them. Some have learned to wait and walk behind the tourists to cross the street without getting hit by cars, if they can’t get there via trees. (Some guy did his PhD on DC squirrels.)
In the 1800s the squirrels of Washington, DC were hunted to extinction. Made too good a Brunswick stew. Some congressman missed them and so had some captured and released and now there are more than nature could sustain, if it weren’t for the tourists feeding them. Some have learned to wait and walk behind the tourists to cross the street without getting hit by cars, if they can’t get there via trees. (Some guy did his PhD on DC squirrels.)