“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.
That’s one of the names we give these little maniacs when they dive bomb into our backyard for the peanuts we leave out for ’em.
It’s what Sqwerls do best, right? So it’s late, and Wally heads down to the kitchen to see what’s in the fridge- ahhhhhh, APPLESAUCE.