When I was pretty young, I had two gray plastic animal figures that my sister and I called “Beat-up Eye” and “Beat-up Nose” because those parts had clearly been chewed on by, ahem, someone in the past. I never did figure out what type of animal they were supposed to be; and I can only guess what type of experience left this ground squirrel’s ears so ragged looking. But I suppose those beat-up ears might explain why she takes her sentry duties so seriously.