When I was a kid my mother was atacked by a rabid squirrel when she was picking plums.She had to get shots afterwards, it was very scarey.For years she would freak out if she heard one of them chattering.I know it sounds like a lie, but swear to God it is true.a rabid squirrel.
My sister had a squirrel, with some distinguishing mark, living in her roof. It was causing damage but she was too squeamish to kill it. So she hired someone to trap it and take it for a long ride out of town. Can't remember how many days it was, but one day it had found its way back home.
I found it appropriate under that photograph, since the recipe calls for squirrels, disjointed.
Although for persons with more delicate sensibilities, there is always this.
This squirrel is almost as disgusting as my cats. They steal food and don't hesitate to wake me up in the middle of the night.
We had squirrels in our attic. My son took a boom box playing heavy metal upstairs and they fled. Then we covered all the openings with heavy mesh screen.Up until this sumer we had tons of squirrels all around. They vanished. I have no idea where they went.We used to have lots of crows, too, but the West Nile Virus killed THEM off.
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