No matter how well behaved a given squirrel may be (and mine seem behaved, or at least as much as a tree rat can be), there is a distinct bad feeling in one's head and gut when the number of such squirrels increases. Until this weekend, I had illusions of four visiting squirrels -- our friends Chumley, Dudley, Lindsey and Bretley (all pop culture dumb-dumbs). Today I counted ... seven. OMG, as the kids type in their smart phone things. Seven ... miserable ... squirrels. I felt a dizziness, perhaps a bad headache coming on. This is insane! They must be coming in from more than half a mile. Of course nature and bad luck will cull the herd a bit over time, but for now, I have a glut of them. Lucky, lucky me. And now I need to name them...hm... how about adding Ratbert, Kelly and Joey (points if you get the references)...
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