This post has nothing to do with Advertising, or Media Production. It’s just about an odd thing that happened to me, and hopefully, a lesson I learned from it. If that doesn’t interest you, then you need not continue reading this post.
I was sitting in my living room the other day, and I saw some movement out of the corner of my eye. Out on the deck, a large squirrel was snooping around. I’d seen him out there before, and usually I would rap on the window to scare him off.
At the time, the window was open, being a warm Fall day. So I got up and yelled at him through the screen. But he didn’t run away this time. He just looked at me for a moment and then stuck his head into one of the planters I have, growing Basil out on the deck.
So I opened the door and went out to shoo him off. When I got out there he ran away, but when I looked over the railing I saw that he was just below the deck clinging to the building, looking at me. It sensed that he wasn’t about to go anywhere. Just waiting me out. Again I told him to get lost, and again he just stared at me, as if to say “what’s your problem, man?”
I considered getting a broom to force him off the building, but decided it wasn’t worth it. So I went back inside and sat down again. Within a few seconds he was back again, sticking his head into the pot where my Basil was growing.
Now I was curious. So this time I just watched, wondering what he could possibly want with my Basil plants. Do squirrels like Basil? It didn’t seem likely, but one never knows.
Then he pulled a large, dead mushroom out of the pot. The week before we had a lot of rain, and a mushroom had sprung up in the pot. I didn’t bother to remove it, and it flopped over after a few days, and was lying on the dirt, rotting.
The squirrel then began hungrily devouring the mushroom, and I watched him eat the entire thing. After he was done, he took off in a flash.
Reflecting on my actions, I felt bad that I had tried to shoo him away. I had no idea that the dead mushroom would be of value to him, but I certainly didn’t wish to deny him a bit of sustenance if he wanted it. I had no use for the mushroom, and in fact, I had forgotten that it was even there.
So I think one of the lessons in this little drama is the old adage “never judge a book by it’s cover.” Just because the squirrel is a different species, doesn’t mean that he’s a pest or a danger of some sort. He’s just a hungry little guy trying to get by like the rest of us. And he deserves my empathy, and to be treated with kindness, and even my respect. It’s not easy being a squirrel, with Winter about to start again up here in the frozen tundra. The least I can do is to let him have that mushroom, which he seemed to relish.
It’s odd how we treat some other species as our confidants, and others as pests. I am constantly seeing posts from friends about their cats, dogs, horses (even geckos), as if they are their most treasured friends. But we routinely kill mice, and spiders, and other undesirable species. It occurred to me that the only difference between our chosen animal friends and the others is an arbitrary preference that is learned behavior, and possibly evolutionary. But it is definitely arbitrary.
Buddhist teachings say that we should treat “all sentient beings” with empathy and loving-kindness. And my squirrel friend is certainly another sentient being. In fact, I’d say that he’s damn smart to have sniffed out that tasty mushroom while passing by my deck. And he was determined to get it, despite my menacing threats.
I’d like to live up to the ethical standards set forth in the Buddha’s teachings, although I surely didn’t in this case.
So I regret trying to chase him off, and I’ve resolved not to do so in the future. I will henceforth consider that squirrel my friend. What’s mine is his … as long as he stays out on the porch.
