There was no imagining the digging that was going on in my flowerbeds.
I know; flowerbeds? Bear with me though. Tell me you haven't seen the squirrels doing their acrobatics in the trees, their mad dashes in the streets, and their fancy footwork along the fences. You'd think it was fall or something. Duh!
I’m all for peaceful coexistence, but I had to draw the line when it came to my flowerbeds. Tell me you can turn a blind eye to this reprehensible behavior and I'll tell you, forget clicking the Read More button.
Ah, yes; the world traveler, home for a spell. Can’t stop snapping pictures though, I see.
Nuts; this is nuts, me talking to you. I don’t have time for pleasantries! Winter is on the way; I’m working my bushy tail off preparing for tomorrow while some of us are enjoying “retirement.”
RETIREMENT! I’ll be working till the day I drop, or the day you come barreling into your driveway and run me over.
And you wonder why I’m so squirrely.
Your flowerbeds? Well, where do you expect me to stash all these nuts? I’m eating as much as I’m bringing home, but there’s just no more room at the inn. Last time I looked, there was
plenty of room in your attic.
No, I'm not copping an attitude. I'm always a little high strung when I'm working this hard! Remember that concept? Work?
Listen, I admit, I'm a little envious and totally squirrely. It is what it is, and I am what I am. Here’s a suggestion.
Meanwhile, Halloween is right around the corner. A few pumpkins on the front porch along with some gourds would spruce things up and make for some nice snacks in the afternoon. Think about some mums, too. Dessert is my favorite course when it comes to mealtime.
Now, I gotta get back to work.
Oh, and by the way; good to have you home!