Casing the joint?
According to MSNBC, there is a mysterious dearth of acorns in parts of the US, and nobody really knows why. So what, you say? Well, the problem is, fewer acorns means “starving, skinny squirrels” rampaging through garbage, pumpkin patches, and bird feeders. Now, we’ve got plenty of fat and sassy squirrels in this neck of the woods and they are a king-sized pain in the butt, tearing bird feeders apart and digging up the few measly tulip bulbs I planted some years ago, in an uncharacteristic burst of gardening. I hate to think what they’re like when they’re starving – pretty damn’ mean, methinks.
squirrels…cute but really just fuzzy tailed rats in the urban environment…don’t trust the little critters myself, never turn my back on them…they’re just queer little animals…
I hate the little bastards, but so long as they stay in the garden, and out of my chimneys and roof space, I’m all for peaceful co-existence.