It was just another ordinary Saturday morning. I was up doing my usual rounds for my campus work-study job with the Facilities department. That consists of driving a golf cart—which I had to get certified for, of course, as a safety precaution—to do some light policing around campus, clearing off litter and such. It’s a decent wage for someone like myself who doesn’t have time to go outside of campus to find other jobs, and it’s just nice to have some extra money.
As I got off the cart by Brubaker Hall, a modern building that houses the College of Health Sciences, I noticed a little furry squirrel standing by the sidewalk, unfazed by my close proximity, eating what I assumed was nuts. At first, I didn’t think anything of it … until I realized there are no squirrels in Hawaii. At all. We’ve had mongoose and feral cats running loose but no squirrels. This was a moment I wanted to remember, since it was technically the closest I had gotten to a squirrel since coming from Hawaii.
Photo by Peter Trimming