And I thought I was Famous Ames...

It's not often I feel compelled to help out a squirrel in need. 

But I felt his pain.

Walking to my apartment Wednesday afternoon, I encountered the first sight in my entire life that had me reaching for that little feature called "camera" on my phone. 

Some poor overindulgent squirrel had reached his head all the way into his bag of Famous Amos cookies to get every last crumb....and inevitably, gotten his head stuck.

Actually, he is more than likely a she on some sort of pms rampage. 

I was stopped dead in my tracks. The poor squirrel trying to figure her way out of her dilemma as she put me in a sudden awkward dilemma-- do I chase the squirrel trying to help her? Go on my merry way as she knocks into trees and buildings blinded by the chocolate chips?

What would Jesus do?

Thankfully before I started pulling out my scriptural ammo to figure out what to do, Famous Amos became dislodged and my new best friend went her merry way, looking more than slightly embarrassed.

I feel your pain O Bushy Tailed One. I feel your pain. 

Sometimes you're the Famous Amos bag. And sometimes you're the squirrel.