How else could you describe a squirrel? Do you think they'd be uncatchable if the Devil himself didn't make then that way? One teensy-weensie deal with the Devil on a southern crossroads, and the rest of Roo's life could be an endless roundup of exceptionally squeaky squirrels, long afternoons spent gnawing on their little walnutty squirrel heads all she likes. The downside - eternal damnation - sounds a little like the puppyhood she spent in confinement - but she's willing to take a chance. Kids these days.