Squirrel’s paw was caught in the fierce trap, blood oozing, soaking the dark fur on his extremity. The answer was lucid, a stark monolith, set against the psychedelic anguish of the previous 48 hours. There would be only one way to get out of this mess- To gnaw off the whole lower half of the leg. Close your eyes, thought Squirrel, concentrate. Have all other options been exhuatsed? Is this what it had come to? He had been stuck in the rat trap for 16 hours, allured into its guillotine jaws by a smoldering piece of cheese, a tidbit, a morsel for which he would now have to sacrifice his right leg, his ancestral paw. Mothfucker, thought,Squirrel, succumbing to the panic. Motherfucker, now I am really fucked. Now would be the time for God, that crusty fucker, to appear and save my furry ass. But always, lingering in the back of his mind, Squirrel knew what he was capable of, what the situation demanded. He remembered that time he fell from the nest when he was a pup. The crunch of his tailbone on the pavement. Tears welling up in his eyes, Squirrel took his first bite. There was only numbness down there and he was shocked by how easy the operation could be.