The oak trees in my neighborhood have produced a bumper crop of acorns and the falling acorns have gone from minor nuisance to hazard. Compounding the problem, I’m pretty sure the squirrels in my neighborhood actually fling acorns at pedestrians. They are wiley bastards and I put nothing past them. The squirrels, not my neighbors, that is.

Mike Licht over at Notions Capital was kind enough to send me a link to a recent post of his that contains links to some amazing stories.

Despite billions spent on homeland security, the Obama Administration is Bush-league when it comes to defending America’s vital power grid from home-grown terrorists. Known to experts as Sciurus carolinensis, these sly, suicidal saboteurs infiltrate transformer stations at will, denying thousands of loyal Americans their God-given right to power up their Chinese-made flat-screen TVs.

Go check it out. You won’t look at those rodents the same way again.

(I really do read Mike’s site, but we all know how forgetful I am so I always appreciate it when he brings a good squirrel or meat related post to my attention. Thanks, Mike!)

If I’d received this two weeks ago I’d have thought for sure it was a prank.

The Finch Arboretum in Spokane Wash, will use the Rodenator Pro to detonate some of the estimated 100 to 150 squirrels tearing up the grounds.

This is…well…this is…I don’t know what to think about this.

I think the cheerful (and, much to my chagrin, hilarious) video should show the effects of the Rodenator. I also think I need a cup of coffee.

(thanks for the link, Mike)

So much political excitement, but I’m tired and I have an inbox full of squirrel-related news that requires no commentary, so guess what I’m going to post about?

JunglePete forwarded this one:

JONES, Okla. — A squirrel caught fire, sparking a blaze Wednesday morning that resulted in the evacuation of an elementary school in Jones, fire officials said.”

This is not to be confused with last year’s Southern California wildfires, which have been blamed, at least in part, on flaming squirrels

Or with last year’s Hudson, New Jersey pyromaniacal squirrel incident, “Flaming squirrel ignites car in Bayonne.”

Or Alan Turcott’s squirrel difficulties, wherein his house was set on fire by squirrels…twice in eight days.

Or British Columbia, where squirrel fires are apparently a regular occurrence.

These little bastards are far more dangerous than I ever suspected. I need to go back to bed now and not think about this.

Last year I was getting a manicure at my favorite salon and it was rather noisy and the manicurist had an accent that was nearly impenetrable to me. I was quite certain she asked me if I let weasels chew on my cuticles. This was a fair question. I made small-talk for the rest of the manicure about small angry animals with small sharp teeth. Mostly I pondered the spookiness of wolverines. To me, wolverines look like they were designed by committee. As the “conversation” progressed it became increasingly obvious to me that this woman had not said anything about weasels. Now whenever she sees me walking on the sidewalk in her direction she runs away.