We're All Damaged

by Matthew Norman

But the squirrels, decked out in rebel war paint, look like miniature Mel Gibsons from Braveheart, so it’s difficult not to pull for them.

“Daughters,” he says. “You raise them and watch them grow up, and you love them so much it makes you crazy. Then one day some guy shows up. Maybe he’s nice. Maybe he’s got a good job. Maybe he’s got his shirt tucked in and he calls you sir. But he’s never quite what you’re hoping for.