Our neighbourhood is completely overrun with little, furry-tailed rodents. Somehow it sounds more vile when you say it that way, even though squirrels look cute and playful, even when there are hundreds of them scurrying around the yards and rooftops. Each day, while I sit working near my front window looking out into the street, at least a few times each day, one will sit up on the windowsill watching me work. That inevitably will lead to my dog losing his mind and barking madly until it disappears off in search of food.
I know that all the trees and garbage cans around give them a ready and steady source of food, and the older houses in various states of disrepair give them plenty of roof holes to burrow into for their homes. All they do is eat and procreate and the only things holding their population back is their food source and housing; both of which are in plenty here in the east end.
I’m confident that our house isn’t a nesting or breeding ground, and our garbage bins are all tightly secured to keep any and all critters out (mostly to keep the raccoons from feasting), so we’re not contributing to the infestation. That means that I get to enjoy watching squirrels run around looking cute-ish and fighting one another without any downside. Well, except my dog wants to catch and eat every single one when he’s outside. So there’s that.
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