So earlier today while I was backing my truck into the driveway, I noticed one of the pesky neighborhood squirrels flaunting his existence once again because no one with an air rifle has take the time to teach him a lesson. Yet. He was running to an old brick flower planter and taking chunks of something up the tree to the little hole where he lives. He did this a couple of dozen times and then I noticed another tree rat from across the street nosing around the trail he'd been covering between the planter and his hole in the tree. Squirrel #2 was curious, so he started sniffing his way along the path, right up the tree, and eventually arrived at the hole where #1 resides.
And that's when the fight started.
Well, it wasn't much of a fight. Squirrel #1 did that weird chittering bark they do when threatened and the other eventually went to another branch and pretended like he intended to go there all along. Once he was sure he had covered for the embarrassment, he came down the tree.
I need an air rifle.
And that's when the fight started.
Well, it wasn't much of a fight. Squirrel #1 did that weird chittering bark they do when threatened and the other eventually went to another branch and pretended like he intended to go there all along. Once he was sure he had covered for the embarrassment, he came down the tree.
I need an air rifle.