Squirrel Candy

Each evening I feed peanuts to the squirrel we rescued and raised two winters ago. Last night, I gave him a dried cob of corn from our garden that was too short to use in a meal. He sniffed it, not having seen one before, then took it in his sharp little hands, tried a tentative bite, then looked up at me in shock at what a spectacular treat this was and said to me (in my mind) in a voice of one of the South Park kids, “Holy F***, Dude! He gnawed like his life depended on it, then ran off for the woodpile to hoard the treasure all for himself. Best squirrel candy ever!