Babies are still full of the dickens. (my dearly departed mother in law said that all the time.)
They’re digging up all the flowers, if they weren’t so cute I’d chase them off.
They’re making it really hard to love them.
That’s the power wire to the cameras we have watching their nest. It’s only 1amp 5v dc but still.
New cables arriving tomorrow with some squirrel proof loom.
They’re on our balcony running sideways on the outside of the rail scaring the crap out of my wife.
“fucking paparazzi”
Next thing you know, they’ll be chased right up their tree by scooter-riding tabloid photographers. That’s when someone can get hurt.
Only if there are tunnels nearby.
That would bring gophers into the fray.
Pour tabasco onto a paper towel. Wipe wire, liberally.
Anarchist Punk Squirrel
Is there any other type?
Touche!
That…or the Statue of Squizzlity.
Also excerpted from Janson’s Moominland Midwinter. A striking likeness, wouldn’t you say? 
My wife said “I wish you wouldn’t climb up that 30’ extension ladder” but it had to be done.
The murder house has been vacant for quite a while so it was time to get it down to start the rebuild from scratch.
It has about 6 inches of grass in the base, they were comfortable. And it was amazingly dry despite the leaky roof and giant holes.
Originally there was only one 3 inch hole. The big hole on the back was tight against the tree but they could easily get in and out.
The red circle shows the remains of a predator shelf I had built into it.
The new house will have multiple predator deterrents inside and out and a better escape hatch.
I’m also going to seal the roof with flashing and shingles.
So, is this the Ep1 of This Old Squizzle House.
