I don't think people realize just how vicious squirrels are, especially a whole pack of them. Take for example Halloween Day. I was relaxing in the park when a whole group of them approached me. One was dressed as a pumpkin while another was wearing glasses and fake retainers like those worn by Ugly Betty. The most amusing squirrel to me was one that was completely dyed in blue. When I asked him about it, he merely smiled and said he was going as a Smurf. Creative...now, that squirrel has a great imagination! At first, they were very amiable, chattering amongst themselves in delight. I figured they were excited about all the candy they were going to receive. Then, suddenly, a fight broke out among the ones dressed like The Simpsons and all hell broke loose. A baby squirrel dressed like Nemo from Finding Nemo jumped into my lap and cowered with fear. I tried consoling the poor thing but its mother freaked out and thought I was going to harm it. She stalked over to me and bit me with her sharp teeth. Horrified, I dropped "Nemo" and started running towards the hills, screaming for help. The mother of "Nemo" narrowed her eyes at my obnoxiously loud behavior and whistled for the other squirrels to help her finish me off. They couldn't afford to leave any witnesses behind. The other squirrels, upon hearing her backup call, stopped fighting amongst each other and sprinted after me. I ran as fast as I could, the sound of my harsh breathing beating in time to the crunch of the fall leaves beneath my feet. The squirrels weren't too far behind. I could sense their agile movements bounding around the brush and trees surrounding me, tiny breaths of death tickling near my ear. With all the strength I could muster, I pumped my legs faster. I wasn't going to die by a pack of rabid - yet cute- squirrels. After what felt like an eternity, I finally broke through the wild brush and ran out into the middle of the street. I paused to look behind me and saw the squirrels skid to a stop beside the road. Their eyes glowed with hatred. I contined to jog across the street and gave the squirrels a mock salute as they begrudgingly stepped back into the brush. They wouldn't dare come out fully into the open. Squirrels thrived on the element of surprise to attack their prey. A smile crept across my face, and I knew I shouldn't have been so cocky. I couldn't help it. I was one of the lucky ones. I had survived a squirrel stampede. | 
For the most part, people here have been very nice and supportive.
There may be a possibility of coming back should the pilot I was working on picks up. 