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June 18, 2004
Smirking Squirrels
Young squirrels, much like young men, are arrogant little twits. There's one in particular this year that thinks I'm nothing to be feared. I've been rapidly disabusing him of that notion. Like the other day when I was going out to my car, this little twerp had been digging in my flower bed. When I came out, he ran to the top of the fence behind the bed and sat there smirking at me. As I got closer, he jumped onto a tree and was motionless. What he didn't realize, being a stupid squirrel, was that his back half was still visible above the fence. He couldn't see me, so he thought I couldn't see him.
Heh.
Utilizing my superior hillbilly/Cherokee stalking skills, I snuck up on him & goosed him in the ribs with my car keys. He jumped so high he fell off the tree.
Double heh.
So this morning, as I'm sitting at my desktop working on my term paper, I notice movement at the bird feeder outside the window. There was that damn squirrel, hanging upside down & gorging himself on birdseed. I went out to move the feeder (again) and he ran up on the branch & sat there smirking at me.
Bad move.
I quickly grabbed the end of the branch and gave it a couple of hard jerks. He tried to run, but the second one got him. He fell out of the tree and hit the ground really hard. Thump! Didn't kill him but at least I gave him a headache.
Heh.
Posted by Rita at June 18, 2004 10:50 AM
Comments
That squirrel probably laughs at you like you laugh at him! My in-laws had the same problem & they ended up getting one of those corn cob holders that they tacked to a utility pole. It keeps the squirrels from eating the birdseed.
Posted by: yayaempress at June 18, 2004 03:14 PM
I refuse to deliberately feed them. The busy street in front of our house will thin them out soon enough. If it weren't for the stupid law that prohibits killing animals w/in city limits, I could've already taken care of the problem.
Posted by: rita at June 18, 2004 07:45 PM
Rita, you and my mother are fighting the same battle. While avoiding traps and poison, the vindictive little pests have chewed her hammock into strings, kept the birds for whom the food is intended away, excavated plants, etc.
Meanwhile, the little old woman across the street is carefully feeding them.
Posted by: Merrily at June 19, 2004 09:31 AM