Near where I live is Oakland’s Rotary Nature Center on Lake Merritt, which I occasionally walk to. It feels like a place you’d find in a small town, or featured on a quirky old postcard, but it’s in the middle of the city. The exhibits are like relics. That sad-looking bear cub was found in someone’s basement and because of its delicate condition the taxidermy is unrepairable. Signs and labels are worn and peeling. There is a totem pole out front. It’s kind of musty. I love it.
So does this squirrel. A lot.