The Drama Behind My Hatred of Squirrels — 3 Comments

  1. Imagine how that poor little squirrel felt….”If I can just…chew…a little more…..sweet freedom…..” then as his little jaws were cramping and his teeth were worn to nubs…”Tell Laura…I love….her….”

    When we lived in town we had pecan trees in the backyard, so therefore we had squirrels. And lots of them. The neighbor across the alley, Sid, would sit in his recliner with the sliding glass door open just enough to get the barrel of the b.b. gun through and would spend his days watching talk shows and pegging the squirrels in my backyard. We thought he was cute and were glad he had a hobby that was so darn amusing.

    Until he shot out two windows on the back of the house.