I’m not sure where Mr. Strong developed such a
hatred strong dislike for squirrels but if they had the right representation, he’d be accused of discrimination based on fur color breed.
I could probably distract him from his self-imposed mission of ridding the yard of squirrels if only Ms. Poopy would quit barking at them. All. The. Time.
gimpy yapping dog and a crazed man with a BB gun, the squirrels have decided to set up camp and stay. It was when the fourth squirrel’s nest showed up that Mr. Strong declared war. First, he went to gather some ammunition cut down a huge bamboo pole.
The bamboo pole was as longer than the truck and we had to shove it through the back window so I could hang onto it. We
were styling as we drove through town hurried home so Mr. Strong could begin the battle with the squirrels.
The game plan was to just mess up their nests
that are strong enough to sustain hurricane force winds so that they’d move somewhere else.
When ground fighting became too tiring, Mr. Strong
took to the skies climbed up to the roof.
One squirrel went running after the Great Tree Shake Up of 2009. I assume the rest will come home this evening to face devastation.
I do hope the squirrels will face facts and move on
and so do the neighbors so they won’t have to listen to Ms. Poopy barking at them anymore.
Would it be wrong of me to leave some bird seed out there for homeless yard rats?