Rat Squirrel

Somewhere in-between moving to Ozark and becoming unemployed and pregnant I've decided I like birds. 


Well the birds that fly outside. The pretty red breasted robins, blue birds, red birds and these odd orange beaked white birds. So many new variety's I haven't yet identified. Long story short I bought a bird feeder. 


Except Mr. Arkansas placed it on the tree in such a manner to lure Tex kitty out to play. 


I swear. 


He thinks everything should be a fair game. Including the bird food. Although instead of attracting birds - I've attracted Squirrels. 


Lot's of them. 


I sort of love it, I call it Squirrel Tree. 

Then last week while leaving the neighborhood I spotted what looked to be a giant rat running across the road. As soon as I alerted Mr. A he said that's not a rat it's a jacked up squirrel. 

Ack. 

Me: Did someone set his tail on fire? 

Mr A: Gross is he sick? 

Then last week what-do-you-know… Rat Squirrel shows up on squirrel tree. 

Of course, I snapped a photo for you: 

I've decided he's a freak of nature since I've seen his tail twice now and there is hair - it's just slick like a rat. 


Public Service Announcement: This children is what happens when a person turns into a hobbit and hangs out at the house all day watching squirrels. They eventually will even convince their neighbors they are insane by chasing rat-squirrels in their pajamas with a camera further locking themselves into isolation. 


So have you ever seen a freak of nature?  Maybe a bear-cat or a bear-man? 


Do tell.