Squirrel In The Box...

So at work there are some... interesting people. This morning I am going about my normal duties and I notice my co-worker coming in with a nike shoe box. I have learned not to question the workings of Chris. The less I know the less legally liable I am for any thing she does. (believe that will come in handy one day) So later in the day I hear her making baby talk. Why was she making the nonsensical babble? Like I said, "The less I Know..." So I ignore her. She started to gather a crowd around her. Strange questions are being asked. To make a long story short, she has found a baby squirrel and is nursing it. The idea is complete idiotic to me. Why would you want to help a rodent survive. If I see one in my house I set a trap, not leave it milk and cookies. The second thing is that the thing is insanely ugly. (think shaved weasel ugly, I mean, U G L Y you aint got no alibi kind of ugly) I don't even know how she recognized it as being a squirrel. It honestly looks like a rat that is going through chemo. The kicker is that she has brought this thing into the work place and interrupts work when she whips the sucker out. It boggles the mind...

The Newest member of the Davis Team... Nunu (some may say it sounds like what a child might call its privates.)