I was sitting in the living room reading when movement caught my eye.

 

 

On closer inspection:

 

 

Knowing this was not going to end well, I went outside to  chase the little red bastard investigate.

 

 

Momma squirrel was back.

 

 

When she saw me, she ran.

 

 

And I thought, there.

That was easy.

 

 

But she wasn’t running because I’d scared her.

No.

 

 

She was just looking for a place to stash the apple chunk she’d stolen from the deer.

 

 

I found this piece, and 4 others in various nooks and crannies of the table and chairs.

The next morning? 3 more pieces.

So now, everyday when I go outside?

 

 

I have to pull half eaten apple pieces out of our patio furniture before the ants descend.

Good times.

 

 

I hate that squirrel!