We live in a wooded community. With squirrels. Many squirrels. We co-inhabit, nicely.
I’ve always thought they were kinda cute, in a stay-away-from-me-in-case-you-have-rabies-sorta-way.
The squirrels are driving me NUTS.
We have this lovely bird feeder filled with lovely seed for the lovely cardinal couple who live in our backyard.
And the pesky squirrels think the lovely feeder was prepared for them. Because these are seed-eating squirrels. Apparently. So, we’ve had to move the bird feeder out of the squirrel’s reach. Several times.
Normally, I would just let nature take it’s course. I don’t really have time to care for the birds of the air. Mainly, because I can hardly remember the needs of my real children. (I forgot to send my son to school with his glasses on twice last week.) So, the birds are lucky there’s even seed in the feeder. But the seed is falling into my flowers. Therein lies the problem.
My flowers are being trampled and destroyed by squirrel paws. This is the second time I’ve planted in my flower box.
Always on his toes, my hubby took the matter into his own hands. I was drawn outside to him yelling, “Gotcha, sucker!” I was afraid of what I might find:
And so you can see, my dear internet friends, why I’m compelled to ask for your help, before matters get completely out-of-hand.
Help me tackle this pesky squirrel problem before my hubby reloads.
P.S. If it does get out of hand, Happy Mommy, would you mind sending me your recipe for “Fried Squirrel?” Waste not, want not.