CALL ME SNAKE

Keeping up with our recent rodent theme (i.e., “The Rat Race”), I was just accused of “squirreling away” some snacks left over from a preschool concert that I volunteered to help at. (In point of fact, I put them next to the director’s office and then informed her of their presence.) The person who said that probably didn’t think anything of it but I, personally, don’t like the image conjured by the term “squirreled away,” which sounds, well, “squirrely.” And, with our six-year run at preschool coming to an end in a month, squirrely is not the way I care to be remembered–especially after doing the school what I thought was a good turn.