Sunday, July 26, 2020

The Squirrel, the Cop and Me

I am going to be busy this morning so I dug through my blog and picked an old post from from 2010 that has always been a good story about a cop, and a squirrel, and a shotgun...

My first encounter with a law officer happened before I transitioned. I only crossdressed at home and I never answered the door when I was crossdressed, I hid from everyone. So, one nice spring day I was washing the dishes in the sink with my back to door (I have glass sliding door and it was open) when there was a knock at the door. Startled, I jumped and turned around, there was a cop with a 12 gauge shotgun over his shoulder and he was also startled when he read me as an AMAB.

He told me that there was a report of a rabid squirrel in my woodpile and he was here to shoot it. He walks down to the woodpile and I hear two shots, BAM! BAM! And he walked back up to me and said “I got him!” and I said “Good.” He turn and walked away. Later, I walked down to the woodpile and there pieces of squirrel everywhere. I went back into the house put on a pair of rubber boots and gloves. I went back and picked up the pieces and sprayed the area in a mixture of water and bleach. There wasn’t much left of the squirrel after getting hit twice by a 12 gauge shotgun shooting double-ought buckshot from ten feet away.

That was my first encounter with the police and I imagine that I was the talk of the police station that night.

Since then I have learned that squirrels do not carry rabies.


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