SQUIRREL RESUSCITATION



(Jaimie, 2012)

For some reason, I have always imagined the inner workings of my brain as powered by a squirrel on a tread mill. Typically, my cognative calistenics are not terribly strenuous, and so my squirrel - I call him Bob -  is able to supply all the energy needed. Lately, however, Bob the Squirrel has been more than overtaxed (Jere Confrey nearly killed him). I think I need a bigger rodent.

Photo credit: Jamie