In the back of the building where I work, there’s a fence row that divides the property of my employer and a homeowner residing on the other side. The fence top is layered in barbed wire and circular safety guards, much like you see in prison yards to keep prisoners from escaping. Throughout the length of the fence, limbs and branches of trees have entwined themselves in the spiked wires, creating one mess of tangled confusion. As I slid into my parking space this morning, I noticed a rather large squirrel begin his journey across the top of the fence. He maneuvered himself in and out, around and about the entanglement of tree branches and spikey barbed wire. I cringed for him…watching him was painful and I…