Dream of the Blue Squirrel

I’m in the front yard of my house (Castlemill front yard though, i think) and i see something the blue on the ground, near a tree. It’s bluebird blue and at first i think it’s a toy or a sock. It looks at me and i realize it’s a squirrel. I kneel down and call it to me. At first it’s hesitant but finally, after much coaxing, it comes to me. It gets to my outstretched hand and for a moment i feel a bolt of fear that if it bites me and i can’t keep hold of it i’ll have to get a series of rabies shots. I know that if it was a regular squirrel i wouldn’t because there’s never been a case of rabies in NC from a squirrel but since it’s a blue squirrel i would probably have to get the shots. That thought comes and goes though because the squirrel gets on my hand and walks up my arm to my shoulder, where it perches. I’m thrilled to have the blue squirrel next to my face and can’t get over how soft its fur feels on my cheek. Then the radio is on and it’s WRDU back in the early days and i can hear Blade on the radio, live from Jaycee Park, talking about the myth of blue squirrels at NC State. The End