Hunger Games with Squirrels

Everyone has a different relationship with nature. I very much enjoyed The Hunger Games, which I picked up around 2AM yesterday and finished around 4PM today. It was a surprisingly addictive book, but it reminded me that I would be very bad at a hunter/gatherer lifestyle. 

Katniss shoots squirrels and trades them for bread. I give squirrels bread. I worry that this is backfiring, though. I was sitting around drinking coffee when I happened to look up and see this: 


This is what I get for sitting in front of windows. They know the food is inside, and they're starting to mobilize. I have seen single scouts scaling the door before, but this is the first time I've seen coordinated motion. In fact, I have never seen squirrels so close together without one chasing the other off. 

If there's going to be an invasion, I suppose I can take a few lessons on survival from The Hunger Games. Let's see, what did I learn from this book? 

  • Survival is easiest when nomming the flesh of cute things. 
  • Dying of thirst would suck. So would starving.
  • It would be stressful to play The Most Dangerous Game with high schoolers. 
  • I am incapable of reading the character with the accent the author uses for Katniss's narration.
  • I devoured the book in two days, but it didn't leave me hungry enough to get the sequel. 

  • Hm. 
    Conclusion: if it comes down to a battle royale of me vs. the squirrels, I'll throw my cat at them and run. 

    1 comment:

    Joshistory said...

    Ok, yeah, I NEVER read her accent as Southern. That was practically TEXAN. And too bad about not picking up the sequel. Personally, I found Catching Fire to be my favorite of the three. Not quite as much set-up of the conceit, and lots of promise (that ultimately didn't quite get fulfilled) for a fantastic struggle.

    Also, yes, squirrels are smarter than we think and they're coming for us. Just yesterday one stared me down as I walked out my front door and caught it hanging from our bird feeder. It glared at me and did not move as if to say, "What? You got something to say?" Those little vermin scare me, and that picture did nothing to ease my fears.