"Whoa!" I said to the stunned rodent. "You okay little guy?"
The squirrel shook himself off, gave me a scornful look, and ran somewhat unsteadily off across the lawn.
I looked up and saw a second squirrel on the roof, peering over, who turned and scurried off.
Being me, I immediately began constructing scenarios in my head--were they playing chicken? Had one squirrel pushed the other? Was the squirrel on the roof thinking some variation on "Oh god, oh god, what am I going to tell Mom, oh god..."
Given the capacity of wild animals to survive shocking injuries, I sort of wonder if the squirrel was really okay, or if one more Gimpy the Squirrel will appear in the next few weeks...