Aubrey liked to think that she was good at keeping a level head in dire situations (and in some instances, that would actually be the case)… but when a baby squirrel dropped about twenty feet from a palm tree onto her deck, she did admit to panicking a bit. Just a bit.
She was sitting at the dining table, pretending to do homework while actually surfing the internet, when she suddenly heard a thud right outside the sliding glass doors that lead to the backyard. She looked outside to see her family’s dog, Max, cautiously sniffing something and wagging his tail. She closed the computer, squinting her eyes at the scene outside. What is that thing? Is it an animal? But it’s barely moving… Oh my god, is that a squirrel?! Jumping out of the chair, she quickly brought Max inside, wanting to make sure that nothing happened to the squirrel.
So, there she was, standing about two feet away from this little, helpless baby squirrel who didn’t even have its eyes open- it was just curled up there on the deck, barely breathing. Max was overflowing with excitement at this point, scratching at the doors in an attempt to join Aubrey and the squirrel in the backyard.
After panicking and consulting the internet for a couple minutes, Aubrey ran back inside to frantically search for a cardboard box, an old t-shirt, and a large ziplock bag. She filled the bag with hot water and tucked it under the shirt into the box, creating something like a heated cushion as the internet said to do. Returning outside, she gently pushed the squirrel into the box. It still wasn’t moving.
Maybe it would have been less nerve wracking if someone else had been home, but Aubrey was alone in the house. Her mom had taken Aubrey’s sister to her tutoring session of the week.
Aubrey called her mom, keeping a close eye on the squirrel all the while, but she wasn’t picking up. Shoot, they must still be in the class.
At this point, the squirrel had stopped moving altogether. Aubrey struggled to breathe properly. What do I do, what do I do, what do I do, it’s gonna die, it’s gonna die, what do I do, what can I do, what should I do? Even Max had stopped whining from inside, and was laying down with his head resting on both his paws.
The looming apple tree in the front yard used to be ideal for sitting under while admiring the soft light glinting off the ruby bricks and pristine roof shingles of her old home. It lay on the outskirts of a large city, far away enough so that only the loudest of the bustling noise would touch it. Every spring, the apple boughs would be laden with scarlet fruit for a fortnight before they dropped to the supple grass below. A creek ran its course around the house’s border, in constant motion despite the overpopulation of rocks and algae in its way. A wooden fence stood near the creekside, supporting a mass of mock-orange plants. They were trimmed every week, and the blossoms would often drop into the pellucid waters and drift down the gentle current. Continue reading
Well, nerdlings, it’s back.
The dreaded cold has conquered me once again.
About halfway through the school day yesterday, I felt my nose start to itch and my throat start to hurt. At first, I dismissed it, suspecting it to be only allergies and nothing more- but three cough drops and two full water bottles later, it wasn’t gone.
I came home that night to start my homework, wanting to get it done as quickly as possible so I wouldn’t have to worry about it in the morning before school or during lunch hours the next day, but then I just gave up. As much as I try to avoid taking days off from school (even one day leaves me so, so, so behind with work), I decided that I would not be waking up at 5:45 in order to reach a 7am class on time.
Instead of actually being a productive human today, I woke up, brushed my teeth, ate some food, and slept for a good solid two hours more. I proceeded on to watch multiple episodes of Supernatural before taking another nap. And now, here I am, rambling about my extremely uneventful day to the internet.
Holy mother of all things fluffy, it’s already October.
Before I (or any of us, I’m sure) was able to think about it for even a second, almost two months of school have gone by. I’ll be finishing up my eighth week of sophomore year tomorrow. Then there are about three weeks left of October.
However, the start of October always makes me excited. It’s around this time that lessons at school start to pick up and get more and more interesting, the weather starts to cool off, and, of course, preparation for Halloween!
Greetings, lovely nerdlings! I have been resurrected from the dead to finally write up another blog post. Today’s gonna be something a bit different than the usual blabber by yours truly… my good friend Kate tagged me in a thing she made up herself: the Social Media Tag!
The rules here are simple: copy down and answer the questions below (about your novel or story or anything along that line), then tag five of your writer friends to do it as well. Now, without further ado, let’s get to these questions!
Here, have a drawing I did of my dog and me. 😛
The Hogwarts Express leaves Platform 9¾ without fail on 1 September at 11 o’clock in the morning.
I have officially missed the train this year.
I mean, I didn’t get my letter to begin with, but we all know that it’s only because my dog ate my letter and I had no way to contact the school to get a replacement. Muggle-born here.
But when I logged into WordPress a little while ago, my mourning of the missed train was brought to a standstill.