Boston: the squirrel-whisperer

My lovely wife discovered a new talent while we were walking though Boston Common in Massachusetts on Christmas Eve: she could talk to squirrels.

This delighted her (and I) no end.

As we passed the bench where Robin Williams gave that homily on direct experience to Matt Damon in Good Will Hunting (it has become a bit of a hotspot; the lake was empty, with work underway to renovate it for next spring, but the seat was there. There is some sort of abstruse metaphor here).

She was able to call squirrels, and they came. It was the most remarkable thing. I’m not sure if anyone can do this; no one else we saw was trying. Some other dude nearby was waving a leaf in one hand, and aiming his camera with the other, but the squirrel clearly saw him for an ill-intentioned hack, so was appropriately wary.

Whether these delightful little creatures are largely tame and do this for everyone didn’t change the fact that she called and they came.

So, among the many things we learned while on our adventure: my wife can talk to squirrels.