Dirty Old Prom Queen

In '98 I was the prom queen and in '06 I hang out with queens. I'm a private tutor during the day and a comedian at night in ol' NYC. I just can't seem to get out of high school...can someone call the custodian? Vesuvio, I'm locked in!

Thursday, May 04, 2006

The Sounds of Screaming

At approximately 6:30 AM this morning, I heard what I can only describe as blood-curdling screams. Disoriented and drowsy, I looked around my bedroom for my phone, assuming that I would have to call the police, because it sounded as if someone was being stabbed. Right as I found my little Motorola, it occurred to me that the screams didn't sound quite...human?



So, I sat in my bed for a second, listening to these ungodly shrieks, wondering what everyone else in the building was thinking. At this point, it was obvious that the sound was coming from outside near our garbage bins. I had come to the conclusion that it was the squawking of an injured bird...an insanely melodramatic injured bird.


But you know how when you first wake up, your logic is totally skewed? I was convinced for about 5 minutes that I shouldn't look outside because if the bird were a raven or a crow, then it would be a bad omen, and I would certainly be bringing about my own untimely death. Once I broke out of this fatigued voodoo state, I reached for my glasses and climbed to the foot of my bed to peer out of the window. Lo and behold, there was no human screaming, no bird shrieking, no raven, no crow, no monster...the screams were coming from...




A SQUIRREL???? And not just any squirrel...a giant squirrel. This squirrel was the size of a cocker spaniel and it was screaming as it hopped from one trash can to another in search of its food. Who knew squirrels made any sound other than little nut-gnawing squeaks and such? So, if it wasn't injured, was this screaming the squirrel's equivalent to 'Whistle While You Work?' Was it making these godawful noises out of pure joy? Maybe for attention, like Bobcat Goldthwait or Peewee Herman or Delta Burke who vociferate their own particular squeaks, grunts, and whinnies. Whatever the reason, it sounded so unnatural coming from this creature. Not unlike the Simpsons episode with the endangered screaming caterpillar. It was tantamount to having a pet bunny serenade you with a Creed power ballad.



What the hell was wrong with this squirrel? And just then, we made eye contact and the little monster became silent. I was certain it could leap to my second floor window. My friend, Leslie, from high school used to tell this story about how she once threw a milkshake into one of those trash cans with the swinging flap cover, and as the flap swung back out, a squirrel flew out of the can and attached itself to her face. Squirrels are m-effing loco. So, I was quietly thankful for my window screen.

Anywho, shortly after our staring contest, this huge beast of a rodent screamed one last time and jumped over the fence into the Brooklyn wilderness. And with nothing but love in my heart, I marveled at her highness, Mother Nature.

5 Comments:

  • At 4:12 PM, Blogger undergrounder said…

    http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/europe/4489792.stm

     
  • At 4:32 PM, Blogger Red Squirrel said…

    Fantastic! I love a good squirrel story. Thanks for sharing.

     
  • At 6:01 PM, Blogger Rune said…

    That was a brooklyn squirrel..a.k.a. RAT, as squirrel's do not have vocal chords, however, rats, when in heat, do emit a high pitched sound, akin to a child screaming. When rats are in heat, they typically become bloated, and enter a frenzied state where they are in search of food and a partner. Usually it's the partner first, then afterwards the food.


    .......ok, I just made that all up.

     
  • At 1:17 PM, Blogger team gingerbread said…

    "My friend, Leslie, from high school used to tell this story about how she once threw a milkshake into one of those trash cans with the swinging flap cover, and as the flap swung back out, a squirrel flew out of the can and attached itself to her face."

    A similar thing happened to me, except instead of a milkshake, it was an entire orange, and instead of a squirrel, it was a bat.

    I was four-years-old (about the same height as the average garbage can), and to this day, bats scare the bejeesus out of me.

     
  • At 5:31 PM, Blogger demento#1 said…

    squirrels "bark" when they're agitated, or when they're hungry. it's sometimes to scare away other squirrels (because they're territorial). he was barking. but i must say, i've never heard one that loud.

     

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