File Under: Isn't That Ironic?

I'm happy to present to you a guest writer today in TWIT.  I've told Diva Stacy that she has so many good stories and should start her own blog.  But with having to deal with homework for two kids each night, in addition to cooking, cleaning and eveyrthing else, she said she just didn't have the time to do it justice.  So I extended a hearty invitation to her, and told her she could be a guest writer and post in TWIT any time she'd like.  This is the first official installment in what will be a recurring feature in TWIT entitled Isn't It Ironic?"

 A strange story has unfolded at my workplace and I'm just baffled by it. Perhaps TWITs faithful readers can shed some light on this.

A coworker and her husband were out in their backyard recently and found a baby squirrel that had fallen out of it's nest.  Their dog ran to it and grabbed it and they made him spit it out.  Injured, traumatized and abandoned, the baby squirrel was surly sentenced to die.  My coworker then began a diligent rescue mission.  She telephoned a vet, the zoo and several wildlife organizations to find out how to care for the little fellow.  She was told to buy a kitten kit and she fed him formula with a dropper.  She
spent time online reading about caring for him.  The squirrel started to grow.  Of course she gave him a name and nursed the infant with tireless attention, love, and affection. 

A few weeks have passed now and the squirrel is getting feisty and is about ready to be weaned.  The coworker has made arrangements to haul the squirrel out to a neighboring county where she has a friend that has a horse farm.  She reckons he'll be safe there. No dogs or cats to chase him down and eat him.  So what's the irony in this story?  The coworker and her husband are avid hunters.  They regularly go on hunting trips where they will come back with deer, rabbit, and (you guessed it) squirrels.  Sometimes a whole cooler full of squirrels.  I just can't help but wonder, is all this effort just so they can cook him up and fry him in a pan one day?

I'm Diva Stacy and That's What I'm Thinking...