The past two mornings while I've been drinking coffee before His Highness gets up, I've heard scratching coming from an unknown location outside the new window in the den. When I heard it yesterday morning I froze because it sounded like it was coming from the attic. "It can't be! How did they get in??" I thought. I ran over to the window and saw a large squirrel racing along the top of the fence and assumed that was the noise I heard.
It happened again this morning. This time the noise lasted longer and was a bit more dread inducing. I stood by the window longer and noticed the same large squirrel flinging himself at our roof. I can only assume one of the holes he or a comrade chewed into the attic was near there. He got up on the roof, jumped down onto the fence, flung himself at the house, and scrambled around quite a bit. I finally went outside to get a better look and he jumped up into a tree. We stared at each other for awhile and I shook my finger at him. He cocked his head at me and ran away.
Later this afternoon I saw him and another squirrel doing recon in the backyard and can only assume they are plotting my demise. I am onto you, squirrel. I do not condone physical violence against animals (I won't even go to the circus), but mark my words I will take you down if you chew on my house.
And shout out to the ground cover popping up in the flowerbed on the other side of the front door. Don't think I don't know what you're doing.
I think Nature is rebelling over the impending doom awaiting the gum tree.
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