I had no idea that the Newfoundland squirrel was not the norm. It wasn’t until 2004, when I saw my first English Squirrel in Harlow that I realized something wasn’t right. In Newfoundland squirrels are the size of chipmunks. In England squirrels are the size of cats. Apparently the squirrels are big in Ontario, as well, which means that Newfoundland has some tiny little squirrels.
I bring this up, because I was walking through Green Park in London one day and I saw a squirrel on the path. I thought ‘I should take a picture of him, because he’s a big squirrel’. Thinking back, he was probably just a baby, because he was only the size of a small cat.
As I pointed my camera at him, he came closer. I figured that he’d probably been fed by tourists at some point, so was expecting me to give him food. But I didn’t have any food.
The squirrel came closer.
It was then that I decided it was time to leave. You might make fun of me for running away from a squirrel, but remember that in my mind it was a mutant squirrel that could probably eat my face while bitterly resenting the fact that I had no nuts or bread or whatever it is that squirrels eat. I had no previous squirrel-fight training – I’d lose for sure.
The squirrel must have realized that I was a foreigner or there was no hope of food and let me leave in peace.