Don't feed the animals...

So today at the park, we were all but charged by a psycho hormonal mother squirrel who apparently wanted nothing but chocolate chips. Not kidding. She came straight past the apple, carrots, and cool ranch dorritos without flinching, crawled up on the table and bit the bag, sporting the biggest nipples I've ever seen on a rodent. Had I not been so rabie-cautious, I think she would've climbed me. It was unsettling.

And evidently, peanut butter gives chipmunks the dry heaves. Is it a full moon or something?