Dear Besties,
Yesterday, as I was gasbagging with my coworkers about being a short-timer here at the Free Press (yes, I am leaving. I am becoming a circus freak. I figured I have to do something with all this body hair.), I happened to see a baby squirrel crawling out from underneath a colleague’s desk. I stopped in mid-sentence and stared at the small, scared creature, who was clearly traumatized from being stuck in our building for a week. Trust me, lil’ squirrelly, I know what you were going through.
