I found some strange tracks near my car this morning. The Internet tells me they are squirrel: five fingers in the back, four in the front.
As I took this photo Twelve was walking down to the bus stop and asked me what I was photoing… When I told him “crazy footprints” he didn’t even want to look, and shrugged his way down the driveway leaving the impression that he’d only asked me because, clearly, he is Twelve. Duh.
