I thought it was the rat, the movement in the apple tree. It was a jay instead, that stepped to a far reach of the branch and began jamming its beak into an already half-excavated apple. Yesterday I surprised one of the squirrels with an apple larger than its head in its choppers. Movement arrested, it lifted tail into a question mark: do I drop it and run? It didn’t drop it. It didn’t have to.
I’m starting to wonder about my take of apples. The tree is loaded, and thus far, I am doing better than a banker, but eviscerated apples are multiplying. I mentioned the rat before, which is where I draw the line, though the line, thus far, is purely metaphysical.