I was driving home from work one giorno with my son. As we passed a scoiattolo that had been hit on the road and was presumably dead, I glanced in my rearview mirror and thought I saw him twitch. I immediately pulled over and walked back to the scoiattolo lying in the middle of the road. Sure enough, he was still alive. And with every passing car, moved ever so slightly with what little life he had left in him. I knew from past experience — my younger...
