Squirrels, squirrels, squirrels

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Congrats to Andrea Dale, who has been chosen to be the Interfilk guest at Conchord 2007!
I've been highly entertained by the lively LJ discussion about my squirrel Blatherings. Some offer useful suggestions like using chicken wire to cover my bulb plantings, Nella Darren/Christine helpfully suggests Chia-izing a squirrel's head, others have rallied to the defense of the squirrels (from Taunya: "POWER TO THE SQUIRRELS! DOWN WITH THE LITTLE CHIRPY EFFEMINATE BIRD THINGYS! Fur over feathers!!!!").
From my friend Bruce M. (one of my friends from university days), in a mailing list discussion:
"I had always believed that Debbie was a helpless dupe of the hideous creatures. It sounds like she had quite a narrow escape in Queen's park - a few seconds more with one clinging to her leg and it probably would have injected its venom, paralyzing her so that she could be dragged down into the hive where the bloated squirrel queen would lay its eggs in her still-living body." |
From my helpful friend John C.:
"The other day, as I was getting ready for Hallowe'en, I came across a bag of stale Reese's Peanut Butter Cups from some Hallowe'en long past. I put it in our generally raccoon-proof blue Rubbermaid wheeled garbage can and forgot about it. The next day, I found that a team of squirrels had managed to gnaw several squirrel-sized holes through the lid and the PBCs were all gone. Sadly, theobromine is poisonous to dogs but not squirrels. I checked: if you Google for theobromine and squirrel, you get a bunch of pages listing the nutritional value of squirrel meat, and listing their theobromine content as zero. So the moral of the story is to leave your peanut butter waste on top of your garbage can, and your bulbs on top of your flower beds. That will keep your squirrels happy." |
Incidentally, there has been something digging or chewing on the walls of my basement office recently. When I bang on the walls, it falls silent for several long minutes, but then starts up again. I've checked outside but can see nothing.
It sounds bigger than a mouse.
Could it be that the SLF has sent one of its minions after me?!?

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