The Squirrel Rumble

The squirrels on my street have been at war since I've moved in. As far as I can tell, there are two factions, each has control over one side of the street. Most of the times, they respect each other's turf and stick to their sides but occasionally, a rogue member will venture to the enemies side leading to a rumble of sorts. The fights usually stay pretty clean and are amusing to watch.

Yesterday, I was sitting on the porch when the battle escalated to new heights. One of gang members ventured to the opposite side of the street and made a move on of the other gang's strongholds. The normal chase ensued throughout the tree and then things turned ugly. After jumping a few branches, the invading member missed a jump and fell from about 50 feet, hitting my neighbors car, flipping off the roof and hitting the street.

The squirrel stood up on the street and remained still for a few minutes. His fellow gang members hurried to the edge of their branches to see what was going on, wanting to help, but not willing to risk a full-scale rumble. The rival members crept to the edge of their branches to see the aftermath. It was an eery moment...