The new axis of evil
As is my want when the weather is
nice, I like to sit outside and watch the traffic go
by. It is a terrific opportunity to meet people,
discuss stuff of the daily sort and watch the seasons
change.
This past week I am outside reading an advance copy
of my brother's book The Wakota Incident
(shameless plug) and
suddenly a piece of wood falls to the ground. I look
up and this gray squirrel is busy chewing away at the
apex of my building roof. He is trying to get behind
the spokes and knobs to create a winter nest. There
is heavy-duty screening behind the woodwork, but that
is not slowing him down from damaging the woodwork.
I had hoped to repaint the spokes, knobs and balls
with a Queen Anne painted lady effect, but if I am
going to have to deal with a determined nest of
squirrels every year, I am going to have to get
pre-emptive. Forget any earlier implications I may
have made about how mischievous and cute squirrels
behave. The squirrels must go.