The other day I was out chopping wood and caught some motion out of the corner of my eye. It was a squirrel running through my yard.
I noticed it had something in its mouth. I went closer to watch. After a while, I saw the squirrel climb a tree and then disappear into a hole in the tree. I sat for a few minutes waiting. The squirrel came back out of the hole and ran right by me with its tail in the air.
I followed the squirrel up the hill and saw it running towards my house. That fucking squirrel climbed right up my house and into the attic. WTF.
Out it came with a chunk of insulation in its mouth. That damn squirrel was tearing insulation out of my house and making a nest. So I ran and got my squirrel rifle. I chased that squirrel back to the tree never able to get a shot at it. That squirrel did not stop moving. It was on a fucking mission to ignore me and destroy my house.
I chased it back to my house hoping to get a shot and kill that squirrel before it destroyed more insulation. I just kept envisioning a huge squirrel hole in my roof or something.
After several trips back and fourth to the tree, I waited at the tree laying on my back looking up. I saw the squirrel climb the tree and go into the hole. I raised the rifle waiting for the squirrel to poke its head out of the hole so I could shoot it.
When it came out of the hole, It looked at me. It just sat there staring. I noticed its fat pregnant belly. Hmmm the squirrel is pregnant making a nest for its young.
I let her live and patched the hole in the attic. Fucking squirrel. I will wait for her young to spawn and make squirrel soup from the younguns ;)
