I was watching a documentary with dad just now on JSC doc, it was about squirrels. So there was this pack of really cute squirrels, one of the squirrels was called Scarlett. Yes, it was dubbed but they still kept the names. So Scarlett had guts, probably bigger guts than her little body should hold, metaphorically speaking. She found a fruit one day and kept it all for herself, putting up with the chase from the other squirrels and getting bloated because of it. Pretty selfish, eh? Anywho, some time afterwards, a snake came out at within their territory. Scarlett then kept bugging it to go away, and she kept coming so damn close that the cobra kept lashing at mid air and missing her each and every time. Then, the cobra made it back to its lair. The squirrels were going nuts, pun intended. They couldn’t have a snake there. So Scarlett, that little suicidal maniac, goes halfway into the lair, provoking the snake to come out of one of the other branches. Scarlett then hurried out, followed the cobra and flung herself at the Cobra. The last shot was of the cobra around the squirrel’s head, my hand on my mouth and the commentator saying “wa af3a el cobra ektafat behaza el katl”.
“DAD, Dad, don’t these things follow instinct?”
“What do you mean? Yeah of course they do.”
“But Scarlett went against her survival instinct!”
“Yeah, but she had to defend her clan”.
“What clan! Fuck the clan! That little suicide bomber! She just had her head bitten off.”
“It’s not like she’s dead.”
“Yes she is! The dude said Ektafat Behaza el Katl.”
“El *Kadr. Ektafat behaza el kadr.”
“So Scarlett’s ok?”
“Yes, the friggin squirrel is okay…”
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