Squirrels

I realized today that one thing that makes Iceland seem like such a strange, foreign place is that it has no squirrels. After hearing the rustling of branches overhead walking across campus, I was reminded of how delightful they are. I have never been anywhere else where these cute, aggressive, intelligent, daredevils don't rule the trees, from Southern California to Ohio to Washington D.C., straight across the pond to England and Germany. Even worse is that I'm not sure how prayers get delivered up the World Ash in a land without squirrels.

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