Showing posts with label squirrel. Show all posts
Showing posts with label squirrel. Show all posts

Friday, February 17, 2012

It's Feed the Squirrel Friday!

He doesn't even run when you come in the room. He just sits there and mocks you.

See the evil in his eyes?
Several failed attempts. I must not be setting the trap correctly, because we went through a heck of a lot of peanut butter today. OK, maybe only a couple of tablespoons, but you know what I mean. I'm going to get some professional advice and try again next week. The store is closed Sunday through Tuesday, and I don't want to have him trapped for that long, so I cleaned up and closed the trap.

Battle Royale

  I am once again engaged in an epic battle against nature.

  There is a squirrel (hopefully only one) living in the ceiling at Giggles. He is a bold and cunning beast. So far, the score is Squirrel - 2, Becky - 0. Two different live traps, two different days, and he gets a free peanut butter sandwich for dinner. 

  Trap #1 - the "squirrel sized" - I heard him scurrying about, trying to reach the sandwich. I heard the trap rattling a bit, then what I thought was the door closing, so I opened the door to the back room, and there he was, sandwich in his mouth, trap overturned. The little f***er had dumped the bait right out of the trap! He sat there, mocking me. I swear he gave me the finger before he turned and jumped back into the ceiling.
  Trap #2 - Big Bertha, the coon size - I knew he couldn't upturn it, but I wasn't 100% sure he'd be heavy enough to set it off. I positioned sandwich #2 as best I could, and crossed my fingers. Squirrels are greedy, so I thought he'd come back for seconds right away. But no, he waited a full 24 hours before coming back for another free meal. I was at home, Megan was on squirrel watch. She heard him, and caught a glimpse of him scurrying back "upstairs." No squirrel obscenities for Megan though. He must save that for me.

  I have a new plan for today. I can't reveal it, because he may be a regular reader of my blog, and I don't want to tip him off.
He may think he has the upper hand (paw?), but I am more determined, smarter, and I have opposable thumbs.