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Encounters with Wild Animals: The Invasion

 

Earlier this week, I had another one of those encounters with wild animals, and, this time, I really thought that I was going to die. I’m not going to talk about this experience today, however. Instead, I’m going to talk about a much more serious matter, worthy of addressing with you all today.

You see, we’ve been invaded. Yes, you heard that right. Wild animals are taking over every facet of our lives at Wesleyan. Well, to be precise, squirrels are taking over our lives. I did not realize that this was the case, however, up until this past week, when I felt an overwhelming amount of anxiety after hearing some stories of encounters with wild animals that go beyond the typical “I got attacked by a squirrel/bear/mosquito” story.

Encounters with Wild Animals: The Initiation

Over my first few weeks at Wes I’ve had some pretty wild encounters with some captivating, deceiving creatures. How did I get myself into this? Well, it all started with a small, innocent baby rabbit staring at me with the most innocent gaze — “wow,” I said out loud, “Wes is wild” (*scares rabbit away*). Little did I know that the whole force of nature would prove to me that we are, in fact, not alone in this campus.

Over the next few days, I had encounters with tarantula-size spiders in my bed, a group of around 15 bees (not very happy with my presence), a very sketchy rat and a partially bald black squirrel. Oh, and, by the way, I was also chased by a skunk up to Olin.

I found some comfort, however, in knowing that I am not alone in this situation. For instance, out of nowhere, I heard somebody screaming down my hall, and when I arrived, the girl, whose name is to remain undisclosed, said: “You don’t understand! The moth came AT ME!” She then continued by describing the moth’s intentionality in “attacking” her.

Later that week I started to hear more stories from several people who had similar or worse experiences of this nature, like ending up in the hospital after a baby squirrel imprinted on them (don’t ask how). After hearing all those stories, I just feel better. I have no idea of what my next encounters with the wild are going to be like, but at least I know that animals are not conspiring against me, or, at least, not exclusively.

If you have any stories of encounters with wild animals at Wes, tell us at staff[at]wesleying[dot]org or our tipbox!