Wildlife Wednesday: Squirrel on a Weasel

I don’t want to be dramatic, but family travel is a little like surviving a small-scale apocalypse. Except instead of zombies, you’re fending off rogue juice boxes, hangry toddlers, and one highly suspicious motel bedspread. Still, every year, we pile into the car/minivan/SUV-with-a-rooftop-cargo-box-that-makes-it-look-like-we’re-smuggling-canoes and hit the road with dreams of togetherness, adventure, and exactly zero…