It seems we’re not the only ones selecting a president this year. Judging by the number of squirrels congregating in my neighborhood this morning, they too are holding their own national conventions. As I ran by the playground near my house, I counted at least two dozen of them scurrying about, climbing up trees, and blocking the entire sidewalk. I’m not sure what political party these particular squirrels belong to, but they seemed quite angry with my appearance at their event. One attendee narrowly missed my foot and two others were running straight at me before I veered off onto another path. A rabies shot was not on my agenda, so I sprinted away leaving the squirrels to their politics. Perhaps this is a swing state.