When we first moved into this house in November of 2001, I thought the squirrels in the yard were cute little things. I even took some pictures of them now and then. Like, this time
when one of the squirrels got a mini chocolate chip cookie the girls dropped outside. And John took a bunch when one got trapped between the screen door and the sliding glass door.
I loved them considerably less after they started digging up every single thing I planted. The places on the fence they chewed up look pretty crappy, too. But, this
means war. They are stealing the stuffing from the cushion on our swing to make their nests fluffy. I guess if I were a better person I wouldn’t begrudge them, since it is pretty cold out. But, they have fur, and really it’s just one more thing that I have to deal with. Does anyone have good ways to encourage the squirrels to play elsewhere? We can’t have a dog here, which is what I wish I could get to keep them out.
Oh, boy. See why I haven’t posted in a week. Total writer’s block. Sorry. Willow picked out more flowers at Trader Joe’s today.
And, the lemon tree is happy.
Caught in the act. . .