Every day, I exit my building from the back by the dumpsters to go over to the dining hall. On most days, I walk quietly and peacefully, silently contemplating what mystery food awaits me. These pre-lunch walks are usually uneventful. Today though, I had yet another close, and frightening encounter with a squirrel. He flew from the mounds of trash onto the edge of the metal dumpster and proceeded to challenge me into a staring contest. We glared at each other for about 10 seconds before it became too much for me. With a satisfied squeaky chirp, he dove back into the garbage, victorious. We will meet again, my friend...