A few weeks ago, my friends and I decided to walk to the strawberry fields on my schools road and maybe pick a strawberry. The walk there was what made the night.
As we are walking on this pitch dark road, I was in the back/middle sticking to the group. But somehow I ended up being in the front. I am just walking along, sticking to the road, when I feel something on my foot. I freaked out and kicked it, jumped back and screamed. Carl pulled out his phone, and what was it you ask? a dead squirrel. that's what. still bloody. on my foot. and i was wearing flip-flops. GREAT. Talk about freaking out. I thought I was going to puke.. I could still feel it on me, and then seeing its bloody body.. BLAH!
As I walk on, still completely grossed out... I chose not to be in front anymore. No thank you. But we did get some pretty awesome strawberries, and now I can say that a dead squirrel was on my foot.. Because who wouldn't want to tell that story?!
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