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Squirrels Pt.5

Squirrel Revenge.

I have been a relatively happy home owner for the past several months since I have successfully evicted the family of squirrels from our attic. I don't mind them living in the trees all around us and messing with the lawn--all in all, I genuinely like squirrels.

Until yesterday.

Yesterday I was outside laying some grass seed and taking care of some routine lawn maintenance (perhaps due to moles....we'll see about that later). I was walking along my driveway at the base of the tree and was almost struck with some pieces of wood shaving, falling from higher up in the tree. Perplexed by the notion that a maple tree could have dandruff I decided to investigate what could be causing this strange case of flaky skin.

I looked up, and there, about 15 feet off the ground I saw a squirrel, looking down. Our eyes locked in a 10 second stare down--each of us daring the other to make the first move.
Well, because a squirrel is a squirrel, he decided he had other ADHD things to attend to and ran up the tree. Daniel-1, Squirrel-0, in the eye stare contest.

It is quite natural for a squirrel to make his habitat in a tree. I am an advocate of nature, so I am completely fine with this type of housing situation.

Except for 2 things:
1) This squirrel obviously has it out for me--trying to drop wood chips onto my head as I pass by underneath. He obviously is seeking revenge.
2) The squirrel is gnawing away at the inside of a pretty significant portion of my tree. Yes, MY tree. The tree that has a fork hanging over MY house. I am fairly convinced that this squirrel's tyrannical plan is to fell the tree from the inside, in order to crush my house and ultimately evict ME!

And that is why this squirrel has to go.

The battle line has been drawn. It's time to go buy a gun.


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