My little "friends" have been up the their usual spring shenanigans in search of an elusive stash of nuts. The random digging in the garden and window boxes still drives me mad, but I'm starting to come to terms with the fact that they are a force of nature that I really can't control anymore than I can control the weather. Or at least that's what I'm telling myself as I fill in holes and find peanuts in bizarre places (like the one below, carefully balanced on a tiny piece of the shed door trim). Anyone want to place any bets on the number of peanut plants I find this year? Since declaring all out war would be futile, I might as well be entertained, right?
Labels: peanuts, squirrels