Being Watched

I can't help but be fascinated by various critters, especially those who seem equally curious about me. I happened to have just read an email from an editor who was informing me of a change in a deadline (moving it up of course) and out of pure frustration looked up to find a squirrel staring at me. I had been muttering under my breath, seeing the usual plaid that comes with frustration tinged with anger never once thinking that anyone or anything could be watching. I suppose this may seem odd considering that so much of our lives are constantly watched, catalogged, and otherwise data mined by various technological means and such. Nonetheless, here I was wondering what on earth this furry creature was thinking from its safe perch directly above me. I began to wonder if it had been a person sitting up in that tree if I would have changed my behavior in any way? Would I have filtered my thoughts or changed my words, would my sketchbook have been less raw or honest? Just a random pondering for today. 

a squirrel's perspective