At one point in time, I lived across the street from a neighborhood park. The park was an oasis of green and I would walk through the park, as often as it made sense. I paid attention and I often spotted some of the animals that lived in the park. There was one group of squirrels that lived in a little clump of trees along a foot path. There was a light pole, not too far from the trees, and the area was lighted, a little bit, at night.

One night, I was walking home and I observed that one of the squirrels had gotten wrapped up in some sort of netting.