“Your mission, should you choose to accept it**, is to scale the pole and capture the bird feed. As always, should any member of your IM force be captured or killed, Cute Overload will disavow all knowledge of your actions. Of course, you can always just hop over to the birdbath. This YouTube video will
self-destruct end in one minute, 21 seconds. Good luck Jim.”
“We got this video of a squirrel trying to get up a feeder we sprayed with silicone lubricant. He was leery at first but after two tries, he gave up,” says Toni W. of Colorado Springs, CO.
[**Note: When did they ever NOT accept it? Did Jim ever long for a cozy 9-5 gig, or just wanna yell, “Are you nuts? Not a chance. We’re outta here!” -Ed.]
“I left it on the front porch a minute ago to come get some Windex, and now….it’s gone!”
Part of the appeal of Squirrels- to me, at least- is you never know quite what they’re gonna do at any particular moment. For no reason at all, they’ll just BOING go straight up in the air. Like Pickles here!
And this is Hazel, methodically picking through the nut selections for the day.
From Eric W in Iowa.
[I just found this out here on the porch railing—I SWEAR—so I am gonna help myself!]
From Lucy B., who adds “Usually I give him crunchy peanut butter on a cracker but this was one of those small individual peanut butter packs, like jelly, that you get on the free breakfast buffet. Brought some back from beach and wanted to see what Mr. Squirrel would do with it. Loved watching him.”
00:00 : Scope out the room. No threat detected. Proceed.
00:04 : Hit the counter. No threat detected. Proceed.
00:08 : Sort through the peanuts to get the right one. No threat detected. Proceed.
00:25: Quick ninja exit.
“We forgot to close the front door and this dude saunters in. We feed him all the time, so he knows where the goods are. Not only that, this boy is picky.” -Maureen K.
Mr. McMuzzlepowche has NO shame when it comes to stuffin’ in the peanuts. If you don’t have pockets, you gotta do what ya gotta DO.
It’s about that time- got to get me my glass o’ Bosco and then…YAWN – C U tomorrow, OK then? ZZZZ.