These pics are from my front porch. I wondered "who" was enjoying the fruits of the pumpkins. Yesterday, late afternoon, I was able to catch the little varmints on camera. I had to take the photos through the glass of the sidelight window so they aren't very crisp, but you can see the progress of the squirrel-y thought process as he makes the decision to further the creative process.
OMG, that's hilarious! AZ-daughter would have a fit because she's not a fan of squirrels...
Pumpkins don't usually stand much of a chance around here either, but at least it saves you some work with the carving! If you give that pumpkin a couple of eyes, and elongate the thoughtfully-made opening a bit, you'll have a pumpkin version of "The Scream". LOL...
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LOL, I can empathise with AZ daughter, Moore. I used to like the little critters. USED to. We've had them in our house a few times, most notably one Christmas when we were all away at the ski cabin. We had just switched off oil to gas and the furnace guys didn't plug up the hole where the oil used to get pumped into the house. Enter squirrels. They lived off the candy canes on the Christmas tree and made themselves at home on the third floor where Tony and Mike had bedrooms - with bunk beds. So of course that would be the nearest thing to tree tops. They played in the main bedroom, knocked over all of the lamps, jumped on the TV remote, turning it on to loud static, generally made a gawdawful mess.
Another time, a home inspector had come to make an assessment (we were thinking of selling) and the man left the kitchen door wide open. Enter squirrel. That was a fun day.
The last time we had one visit us I had to go down to a local gun/sporting goods shop for a "Tender Trap" gadget, bait it with peanut butter, set it up in a hall and wait. Once Mr. Squirrel was caught inside, he was fairly ticked off and it frightened me. So I nipped next door and dragged the 14 year old boy over to rescue the situation. He was reluctant, to say the least, but he took the cage out to the front porch and released the thing. I have never seen a living thing move so fast in my life.
I like squirrels as long as they leave our bird feeders alone. And as obnoxious as they are I kind of like the black ones. Though cute or not I completely agree with not liking them so much. I couldn't imagine having one, or more "move in".
