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I fucking hate squirrels

So, my favorite thing about being home is the opportunity to water and prune my plants, get some chores done, and watch the birdfeeder.
Ok. So not too many birds in that picture, but I think you get the idea. Bird feeder. Birds. Hours of amusement. Every once in a while in the past I’ve seen a squirrel out there, among the birds, picking up whatever has dropped on the ground. Today, however, one of those squirrels got greedy. Look at him… looking all smug, staring at me while I snap the picture, as if he’s the smartest squirrel on the planet. Not even me yelling from the window for him to “get the hell offa there you stupid squirrel” deters him. He even starts to get fancy and do squirrel-like tricks like hanging from the house by his hind legs. But then something happens. The bird seed starts to deplete, making it more difficult to get to. No amount of footwork seems to fix this problem. So there is only one thing left to do. I’m not sure at what point it happened or how or what was going through his little pea-brain, but smarty squirrel ended up INSIDE the house. Whether he thought this was a good idea or not after the fact, I don’t really know. He kept eating away at the remaining bird seed while a few winged friends watched in amusement from the garage roof. I know I was at the peak of bird-house watching enjoyment. I moved outside to get a closer look at the action. As soon as I made my move, the squirrel had a panic attack inside the house. He couldn’t find his way out. I moved closer, too entranced by the scene to snap a photo, until he squirreled his way out and vanished, never to be seen again. I am glad he’s gone, but that sure was fun.