As you know, we have always had a resident red squirrel menace.
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I’m sure this isn’t the original terror from years ago, but one of her numerous demon offspring.
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She teases the cat, poops on the patio furniture…
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Shreds the deck posts, excavates passages through the woodshed walls, chews holes in the man cave/Barn Mahal, burrows into the house eaves and builds nests everywhere to continue her accursed family.
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I know this because…
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We’re knee deep in the destructive little bastards right now.