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It was bound to happen. You can’t evict multiple families of vermin over the course of a summer and not expect retribution.
The other day? I spotted this:
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Do you see it?
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It didn’t look impressive, just a weed growing in the gutter. But when I asked the husband to grab a ladder and remove it?
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We realized it was more like a potted plant.
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With a large amount of potting soil.
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Half of the down spout was packed with dirt and had to be removed.
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Shaken heartily.
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And unclogged with a screwdriver.
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Piles of lovely dark potting soil were packed in there for what I can only surmise were nefarious purposes.
It was momma red squirrel, I know it.
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That bitch has been plotting her revenge ever since I chased her children out of the eaves. And if you think a rodent revolution is ridiculous?
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History disagrees.
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