Yesterday there's the cutest baby squirrel in the yard. All the girls love it and want to cuddle it and name it "Sweety" or some such thing.
But this squirrel is different. It shows no fear. It looks . . . smarter than the average squirrel.
I grab a broom and push it over to a near by tree and call it a day.
This morning I hear a loud "squeak-squeakin'" from the front of the house.
It's back! And it's trying to break in! I try to knock it off the screen with a broom to no avail. I assumed it wandered off while I was in the shower. But it will be back, I know it will.
I'll try to be ready.
