Or maybe I'm just selecting for squirrels that don't like peanut butter.
Now commences in earnest the quest to reduce the number of bold genius squirrels hoovering up sunflower seeds on my kitchen porch. Here is the latest, ready for removal.
The last straw: discovering that by scaling my screen door and jumping, HARD, he can attain the rafters of my porch roof and gorge on suet, one squirrel at least has made 100s of vigorous trips up the screen. Which is now completely busted.
In 2005, I caught 34 squirrels. In 2006, owing to Zed's lyrical, histrionic guilt-trips, I caught but three. I caught three in the last two days. I'm taking them to the same place so they can meet up there again and joyously say, "Ah, you've come to the New Land!" and ask the recent arrivals: "How are things in the Old Country?" and smoke and reminisce. It will be a fine life.
Is it really true squirrels can find their way home from miles away, or is this a paranoid delusion? How would you really know it was the same squirrel?
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