Grey squirrels are supposed to be bushy tailed crackers of nuts between toes. They are hard working, acrobatic, clever. They plan ahead. They bury food. That’s just like canning! They build impressive nests.
The question is, do they taste good when they’ve been killed with a hucked rock?
I aim to find out. I just need to first brace myself for the killing and subsequent crying that I’ll do. I then need to learn how to huck rocks with any kind of accuracy. But then… oh boy then!
A twitter warning from my wife: Squirrels in garden alert.
We have several red squirrels who jabber angrily at me while I work. I always know my cat is skulking about when I hear them chittering at the empty forest. (They seem to be amused by my dog and barely bother to babble when he strolls loudly by.)
But it was Sunday that I saw the first grey squirrel. It used to be that grey squirrels were everywhere around my town, but I see them less and less these days. While I don’t really want there to be one less of them (I am tempted), I’d prefer that he moves to a different garden.
Time will tell. Will the vermin move on or will I snap and start lobbing cucumbers at him?