Those pictures of the squirrels reminded me, Some years ago, my ex and I bought a house that had twenty or thirty large oak and pecan trees in the yard. There were squirrels everywhere. At first I thought they were cute, and even put up feeders in the back yard. Apparently word quickly got out over the squirrel internet and, in no time at all, my place looked like squirrel troops were amassing for a squirrel D-Day invasion.
To make matters worse, A female gained access to the attic of my house and delivered a litter of kits up there.
DDDDDDDDDDDMP, DDDDDDDDDDMP, I could hear the little sonsofbitches running back and fourth through my attic at all hours of the day and night.Everybody I talked to had a remedy for how to get rid of them. The only one that made sense was to throw moth balls into my attic (the theory was that the smell would make them vacate the premises; the reality was that it didn't seem to bother the squirrels but every time my air conditioner kicked on, the smell would run us out of the house).
Ultimately, I had to purchase pellets for my son's Benjamin pellet gun and declared Squirrel War III
