After two years at Michigan State, I’ve reached a very important conclusion: The squirrels on campus are crazy.

I was walking back from class today and saw these two squirrels chasing each other. They were on the grass next to the sidewalk I was using, but I wasn’t worried. I mean, I know I’m not very big for a 20-year-old (hell, my cousin is almost as tall as I am–and she’s 13), but I’m still bigger than a freaking squirrel. They’d stay away from me, right?

Wrong. These dang animals shot right at me, and didn’t stop until I jumped off the sidewalk. I am, without a doubt, the world’s biggest chicken.

(I can already hear you all laughing at my misfortune. Don’t worry, it gets better.)

I wasn’t sure what to blog about today, but that problem fixed itself when I was chased off the sidewalk by creatures one-eighth my size. I thought it was my journalistic duty to get some photos of these little scoundrels, so I pulled out my phone and started snapping away.

One problem: Squirrels are apparently camera-shy. They had no issues with charging at me, but kept running away as I tried to take a picture.

So not only did I look like a chicken, I also looked like an idiot. An idiot chicken. Greeeaaaat. Next time, I’m hiring a model.

In other news…

Swimming update: I didn’t swim today. My class went later than expected, I have phone calls that I need to make, and I’m driving up to Central to see J in a bit. My goal for Monday is 17 laps.
News blackout update: I AM GOING CRAZY. Also, apparently checking certain aspects of the news is fairly habitual. For example, in my lovely oh-my-god-it’s-seven-in-the-freaking-morning state, I grabbed my phone and checked the weather. And then remembered it’s against the rules. Well, crap. Less than 12 hours left.