I was so happy to see the box yesterday.
Opening it, carefully setting all the contents on the table. I admired it’s shiny finish.
It didn’t hold as much as I’m used to, but it would be worth it, I hoped.
I carefully hung it up, hoping that it’s contents would be enjoyed by those that truly deserved it.
Alas, darkness was approaching, so I would have to wait until the next day to admire the many feathered guests that would visit.
Arriving home from work today, I expectantly looked up at the tree… and saw nothing.
The Squirrel Buster was gone. W T F!
There it lay, on the ground, it’s contents scavenged by invaders.
How the hell did they get that thing off the hook?
Clearly, I am dealing with a whole new gang in the neighborhood.
And they are not playing nice.
4 Responses to “You Realize This Means War”
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Okay you are too funny, I love the pic!!! And miss you too!
Aw, miss you tons, sis! Oh, and the squirrels really dress like this around my house.
Ruh Row
Uh oh! Looks like the Squirrel Buster got busted? Not cool squirrels… not cool at all.