The Absolute Joy of Spotting a Thiccmunk
I'm pretty sure seeing a thiccmunk in the wild is the closest thing to pure serotonin I've experienced lately. There's just something about a chipmunk that has clearly succeeded at life—and by "succeeded," I mean it has successfully hoarded enough nuts to look like a tiny, furry potato with stripes. You know the ones I'm talking about. They aren't just your average garden-variety rodents; they're absolute units that look like they might actually roll to their destination rather than run. ...