Photo taken: September 8, 2016
Oh squirrels. They seem to have just as much of a love/hate relationship with us humans as we do with them. Have you ever pissed off a squirrel just by being in its sight? I was in my driveway with my Mom who was just about to leave when this squirrel in the tree just a few feet away from us became quite visibly upset at our very presence. Its gaze was fixed on us in the most amusing way you see above, while its tail alternated from dead still to swishing like a flag in a hurricane. I was able to get a few photos of him giving us the cute death stare, and this swishy one was the best of the bunch (The full set can be found here). You can literally see the whipping motion of his tail in the blur it caused. I hope he can at least be consoled by the fact that his paranoid antics got him a pretty nice spot in the upper half of my photo countdown…
Evil Squirrel's Nest 
How dare you?!
Really, right? I mean, I should know better than to go outside in my own yard!
Squirrels are such publicity hounds.
They are, especially around me since they know I can make them famous. Or viral, but that sounds like I’m making them sick…
He is warning any squirrels that there are two wild humans on the loose and to beware. Tail swishing and chattering – yep – it’s the HUMAN ALERT HUMAN ALERT HUMAN ALERT!!!!!!!
Pam
Or he could just be trying to clear the air after a bad round of gas. Nuts will do that to you…
I think wipers were invented by having squirrel tails in the mind ;O)))
I would love to see a squirrel and a dog in a tail wagging contest….
They’re so cute when they’re mad!
They are! And they think we’re so cute when we’re mad at them!
You wanna piece a’ me? YOU WANNA PIECE ooh, nuts!
I think he was looking for a fight. Who knows, I’d have probably lost it…
Awww. What a cute face. Never mind the tail, just look at those furry little cheeks. And in the middle of the 11th inning of game 3 …
Given the time of the game, I’m assuming it ended sometime around 3:30 where you live. That’s the kind of ballgame I always wished I could be at in my more carefree days… one that never ended. Who needs pace of play rules anyway, the old umpires?
Swish, swish.