The End of the World

It was a beautiful October morning, and there was not a single squirrel in sight. It seemed like they had all gone into hiding.

 In contrast to that, the area was alive with the hustle and bustle of extreme activity. And the noise! I'm sure there was a lot of squeaking and gnashing of teeth going on inside holes and nests, from squirrels who surely must have believed that  the end of the world was nigh! The noise was indeed horrific -- as the  roar of  huge dragons and monsters rolling in echoed from the east and the west.

 

It was interesting to watch the frenzy of activity taking place now in mid-October, when for months and months, in fact throughout the somnolent summer nothing was happening. I had complained about this in multiple previous blog posts:
http://thenewyorksquirrel.blogspot.com/2012/08/not-digging-dirt.html
http://thenewyorksquirrel.blogspot.com/2012/08/a-midsummer-nightmare.html
http://thenewyorksquirrel.blogspot.com/2012/07/dirty-old-stuyvesant-town-peter-cooper.html
http://thenewyorksquirrel.blogspot.com/2012/07/where-have-all-flowers-gone.html

Now after all this time, there was much digging and planting going on. 

postscript:
the next day, when they realized that they had survived Apocalypse, there were some very hungry but happy squirrels running around!