Dear Writerly Distractions,

This is what you’ve brought me to this morning….

Can a squirrel lift a knitting needle? What is the size of a squirrel (gray) compared to a knitting needle? There isn’t a squirrel that knits in the story, that would be absurd or possibly quaint. But what would a squirrel knit? Maybe a tiny hat, or a blanket for its babies, or a sack to hold its nuts. I think about this for a while. Imagine it.

Another question; where would a squirrel get wool? Would a squirrel use wool? Can one knit with long grass, or if one is a city squirrel, shredded newspaper? I’m not a knitter so these are questions I’ll have to research.

After a quick Google search, there are no applicable answers to the above questions.

There’s not a knitting squirrel in the story, but there’s a man whose been shrunk to the size of a squirrel (I may have to rethink this), who is using a knitting needle as a weapon. He planted the needle when he was regular-sized (don’t ask, it’s a long story) and is pulling it out of the ground to protect himself against animals who are looking to do him harm.

I visualize the squirrel-sized man. He walks like a man and has opposable thumbs. He IS a man. Just a small one. He finds the knitting needle, crouches down, digs in the dirt and hand-over-hand, pulls the needle out. I thought the hand-over hand part would be helpful.

No, he doesn’t want a stick. They break and aren’t sharp enough.

No, he isn’t any bigger than a squirrel (5.5 inches according to research).

Okay, maybe he’s prairie-dog-sized. But I don’t know how big they are. They don’t live around here.

I’ll have to research…

Up to 7.3 inches.

Please, Writerly Distractions, cease and desist. I’m begging you.

Yours,

Jackie