Squirrels

The squirrels are up to something.

They’re hauling leaves and twigs way up into one of the trees in the backyard. I can’t see what they’re doing with them, but I swear they laugh at me every time I go outside.

My human says they’re building a nest. She says we’re going to have baby squirrels in the spring. She says this like it’s a good thing.

I’ve done my best to chase them all away, but we already have more now than I can corral. Everyone thinks that squirrels are so cute. Don’t let their furry little butts fool you. Squirrels are puckish creatures. They let you think they’re running scared, but just as you’re nearly on them they run up a tree and laugh at you. To add insult to injury, they tag team you, so you’re running from tree to tree. Always so close and yet never catching one.

I haven’t caught one yet, but I dream about it. At night I hear them running across the roof and leaping into the trees. Sometimes they roll the walnuts across the roof and it sounds like they’re bowling.

Today I googled squirrels, I thought there might be a way to build a better squirrel trap. All I found was proof that my human is right.

We’re gonna have baby squirrels.

Jack