Driving down small two lane Hwy75 through the Upper Peninsula we stopped in a rest area, the first place we had seen, besides trees, in several miles. Approaching the restrooms I saw a squirrel sitting on the edge of the trash can nibbling on something, I called in a raised whisper back to Chris telling him to come look. There were two of them, each manning their own trash can. As Chris approached the squirrel closest to me disappeared, diving into the trash can, emerging with a french fry that was as big as he was. He sat perched on his ledge allowing Chris to take pictures of him then
hightailed it to a near by branch to
attempt to finish his french fry in private.
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