A Happy, Fuzzy Holiday Story
Dec 27th, 2003 at 1:00 pm by Susan
Many baby birds on my deck this morning, including some tiny bluejays. While some people think jays are a nuisance, I love them because of what they do to squirrels.
You see, there’s an evil squirrel who lives to torture me.
Every day, it climbs up on the deck railing and periodically hurls itself across the deck to the screen door on the outside of my deck sliders, where it hangs (seemingly in midair) with its nasty little claws. Then it climbs up the screen until it falls down, and gets up and repeats the process.
Having a small creature hurl itself against your window is hard on the nerves - mine, not the creature. I don’t care about the creature. I’m sitting here at the computer, minding my own business, while a possessed being throws itself at my window in a frenzy.
I have the same relationship with this squirrel that Bill Murray had with the gopher in “Caddyshack.” This is war. I usually respond by standing there, pounding hard on the glass to scare it. But it only laughs at me.
Fortunately for me, the bluejay who lives in a nearby tree also hates this squirrel. He has taken to an occasional bombing run at the squirrel, which scares the shit out of it and usually results in a squirrel-free zone for a day or so.
Ecology. It’s a beautiful thing.
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