Five in the damn morning. REALLY? What on this green earth is so damn important that you need to scampering through my attic at that hour? I really must know.
I've shot at you (an managed to hit a couple of your brethren), I've trapped you (and driven you to the next county), and sprayed my whole attic down in squirrel repellent. What in the hell makes my roof so much better than the other 50 houses in my neighborhood? It's not like I'm the only one with oak trees. (Why couldn't the developers have put in pecan trees, at least I could use those nuts.)
Maybe when we have money again, I'll cut down those oaks and put in some maples or other non-nut bearing trees.
I guess, I'll just have to start going to bed even earlier. (I made my sister scratch her head when she called me at 9:30 at night and I told her that I was in bed already.)
My Cat Loves Me.
1 day ago
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The loan of my cat is still out there. He works cheap.
This is quite unreal. But I think you're right about the oak trees. We have one pin oak in the front and that's the only place I see many squirrels. Our entire backyard is wooded, but no oaks and no squirrels.
Good luck!
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