>
> When I was in school, my roommate and I had a great apartment--the
> entire second floor of an old mansion near the university. One spring,
> a mother squirrel built her nest right outside my roommate's office
> window. We had fun watching the two baby squirrels grow up, and we
> didn't want the mother to have to leave them to go out scavenging, so we
> looked the kitchen and found "college girl" treats for her--shelled
> pecans, Stella Dora breadsticks, Cheez-its, etc. When the babies were
> old enough to eat on their own, they just came to the window sill for
> food, too. Then a co-worker (who shares my husband's attitudes) told me
> I shouldn't be doing this, that the squirrels needed to learn to forage
> on their own. We stopped feeding them, and one morning, my roommate
> called me at my job to say "I just woke up with a squirrel in my bed!"
> One of the babies, not finding food, had decided to chew through the
> screen and discover where the stash was. Roomie was hysterical and
> called animal control who came to collect the little guy and transport
> him to a local park.
>
LOL ! I fixed my old boss' soffit.
He heard sounds on the inside of the cabinets in his kitchen.
They had eaten though the wall and made their way into his kitchen cab
and yep, eaten the cereal (honey nut cheerios, IIRCC).
Saw a Fisher cat in the yard the other day. Luckily, the 18-year old cat
doesn't go out anymore...
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