Monday, November 12, 2007

turf war

Damn them squirrels!



Just when I thought the battle was won, I heard their signature scratching around the air conditioner in the master bedroom. I knew there were some smaller holes in the siding around there, so I hauled my butt up the ladder, and covered up the holes with some plywood.



Almost immediately, another hole showed up to the right of the board that I put up. I saw that the squirrels weren't messing around, so I put up two more boards, thus adding to the rustic look of my house. Game over, I thought.



The squirrels thought otherwise. This morning, I woke up around 6AM to the sound of bushy-tailed bastards gnawing at the wood. Sure enough, they made another entrance to what they feel is their home:

Clearly, it was time to escalate the hostilities. Following a friend's advice, I crushed up some moth balls, and started pouring the smelly powder into the hole...


Right there, hanging on for dear life 20 feet above the driveway, and smelling like an old lady's closet, I thought to myself, maybe humans and squirrels can coexist?


Or maybe I need to invest in a BB gun.

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