This squirrel has actual rolls of fat. I’d swear he paused to rest before hauling his ponderous bulk up a tree the other day. I’m also certain he’s the one who rips my sunflowers down and then leaves them, half-eaten, on our front porch to taunt me.
Rodents.
Haven’t posted a squirrel story in a while, but today’s Washington Post Sunday Source comes to the rescue with “Critter City – A Century Ago, Squirrels Were Rare in D.C. How Did They Come to Rule the Capital?”
Don’t forget to read the sidebar “Eastern Gray Squirrels In a Nutshell”
I’m sure this squirrel is still mad about being evicted from the attic. She has a distinctive tail, which isn’t quite visible in this photo, but trust me, it’s her.
After her penthouse door was sealed up (and we had our electrical main replaced because she’d eaten all the insulation off it), she spent months racing around on the outside of our house, looking in the windows and following me from room to room.
If I didn’t close the blinds, she’d bang on the windows with her little squirrel fists when she saw me. I’m sure she was giving me the finger with her creepy little squirrel hands.
She didn’t even have a nest up there, she was just partying. I’m surprised to she hasn’t found a way to pick the locks to get back in and set up house again. Yet.
For now, she just sits out there on the compost bin and stares at the house. She’s planning something, I can tell.
I’m quite certain squirrels harbor grudges. We probably should have had her relocated when they fixed the attic, but we didn’t think it was necessary.
Lesson learned.
I’ve been obsessed with this for over a decade and you’ve all laughed at me. At last, someone at CNN finds it as sad as I do. Or maybe they’re going for the tabloid-esque ick factor of a story about snakes in the toilet. Do you mind if I at least pretend that they care? Thanks. Appreciate it.