That’s as much talking like a pirate as I can do today.
The Squirrel Wars
As I’ve written about before, I’ve been having an ongoing war with the squirrel who has been raiding my feedroom. I keep apples, garlic, swedes, carrots, etc., on the top of a workspace for the horses, as well as the bags of feed on the floor. This fat little shite has been blatantly stealing food, leaving one to three half-eaten apples on top of the supplements, etc., and generally pissing me off. So I scare him whenever I can.
Yesterday I walk into the feed room with an empty water bucket, and I see him do his usual “oh crap” startled scramble on top of the workspace. So I run in, banging the water bucket on the doorway and yelling at him. Normally, he makes a huge leap off the table, bounces on the floor, and leaps up the ladder into the loft. Until today.
I got a lot of hay in, since I wasn’t going to be able to get any for two weeks. There’s a solid wall of hay from floor to ceiling in front of the ladder. It’s dark, and he evidently didn’t realise it, because when he made his normal leap up the ladder, he did a really great imitation of a cartoon animal running into a wall: he seemed to hang for a second or two, all of his little legs spread out like a squashed starfish, mid-way up the wall of hay, then literally slid down to the floor, and sat stunned for a minute. It was classic.
He then turned and ran through my legs to get outside, while I just laughed and laughed. Sometimes life is good, and sometimes you win. Even against squirrels. :)
(Note: I’ve yet to see metal US-style garbage cans here, only the rubber or plastic ones, which he chews through. Proper metal feed bins are waaay too expensive for my pocketbook. Hence the Squirrel Wars.)