My dog and I were walking in the woods two days ago, when a squirrel ran by. Cricket chased the squirrel and caught it. I hollered for her to drop it and she did. I looked at the squirrel and it seemed very dazed. From somewhere in my deepest feelings I felt compassion for the critter. I enjoy squirrel hunting and clean, cook and eat ‘em. But, for some dumb reason I figured I’d put the squirrel on a tree limb where Cricket couldn’t get to it. My inner voice said if you pick up that squirrel it’s gonna bite you, but I continued forward in my mental state of compassionate stupidity. I touched it on the top of it’s head, and it was calm. As I reached behind it’s ears to grab it by the neck, it bit into my index finger. I thought I had been attacked by an alligator turtle, and they won’t turn loose until it thunders, and the forecast was clear skies. So, I reached under the squirrels top lip and tried to pull his nose off his face. He opened his mouth, and I got his teeth out of the top of my finger. It wasn’t so easy getting his lower teeth out of the bottom of my finger. Once I was free from the monster, I threw it on the ground and stomped on it’s head. I poured bleach over the injuries, cleaned it more with alcohol and bandaged the area with polysporin. Today I decided I would be best to take some antibiotic and called to see if my doctor, 45 minutes away, would phone in a prescription. He wanted me to come into his office. When I removed the bandage, he rocked back in his chair and loudly said….WHOA! That wasn’t very encouraging. By the end of the day, I had a tetanus shot, antibiotic, ointment, and more bandages. His last comment was, if it keeps swelling you’ll need a surgeon to cut it open and lance it. No good deed goes unpunished. I’m going back to killing and eating squirrel, the heck with trying to help them. No More Mr. Nice Guy.