Squirrel Whisperer

There are runners who store their new shoe collection under the bed for safe keeping. Some runners have cubbyholes in their closet filled with untouched shoes. Others might have a special spot in a recreation room or mudroom.

Then there is the "squirrel whisperer (sw)". Our yard is filled with squirrels, constantly zig-zagging around carrying nuts and acorns from one location to another for winter storage. Of course squirrels are so stupid they don't remember where the new location is within a day, but they seem to be happy being able to move the food nonetheless. Annoyingly the squirrels dig up my newly planted flower bulbs. The purchase of a bb gun has crossed my mind. But, our resident SW seems to attract squirrels without any problem and I would feel bad shooting one of her "pets".

The SW's mind may be changing though and coming over to the dark side. Not only has she been chased down the road by squirrels, a few days ago she went in our garage to choose a pair of running shoes. Mind you, the garage doors are constantly kept closed, and at night, locked. This particular morning the SW put her foot gingerly into a shoe (always being afraid of spiders, love squirrels, hates spiders) and found a present inside! One of her furry buddies had left an acorn in her running shoe!

Isn't that nice of her squirrel friends to think she might need a nut for energy while running?

Attack Squirrels in Spencerport?

One of members, we will call her Jan,likes to bike early in the morning (5:30am for gosh sakes, crazy!) with equally nutty Eileen. This morning Jan almost had an accident on her bike as a squirrel darted across the road, not unusual, but this squirrel was carrying a jar of peanut butter!
Neither the squirrel nor Jan knew exactly what to do. They both changed direction, darting from one side of the road to the other trying desperately to avoid a collision, with the squirrel at a huge disadvantage due to the weight of the jar.
Finally the poor squirrel dropped the jar and scampered to the nearest tree. Hey, wait, that jar of PB sitting on our kitchen counter when I was making toast this morning, that wasn't..?

Jan insists the squirrel must have had too much coffee.