At six this morning I found myself attempting to reason with squirrels. I literally said, "Now come on, squirrels." I sounded just like my mom (mom, I know you read this, and it doesn't bother me that I sound like you sometimes. I actually think it is funny).
There is a healthy squirrel population that lives in the large spruce tree out in front of our house. They like to run across the roof at all hours of the night. Often I confuse squirrels and their surprisingly loud hoofbeats with either a herd of very speedy cows, or (much worse) someone coming in our house. This is always the worst when AV leaves for work and in that half an hour that passes while I'm waiting for my alarm to go off.
Squirrels also make this noisy chattering sound. In their discussions, I wish they would be quieter. I also wish they would have the common courtesy--shared by other rodents--to scatter when I'm nearby, even if "nearby" means "laying in my bed." They are pestering.
Also, I am a scrooge by nature. Our downstairs neighbors have hung a very smelly wreath in the hallway, whose smell is magnified when the heater comes on. Bah humbug. Maybe I could feed the wreath to the squirrels. Hmmm.
Update: I do suppose it could be a lot worse: 3 Million Bees removed From Kitchen of Couple's Apartment.
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Becky, We have a squirrel that comes right up to our door, and I think would come in, if we'd let it! It wants food and knows my wife, Deb, is a soft touch for animals (all animals know that!).
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