No, not my fuzzy co-workers, nor being able to throw a load of laundry in, not even baking cookies on lunch. No. It's being able to effectively wage war. War on squirrels.
She
stayed with me all day, even attempting to nap on a folding chair.
The
war is on. I'll fill the feeder, the one I'm trying to use to attract beautiful
cardinals and
chickadees with, leave for work and when I come home it's been
pillaged! He's even knocked off the tray on the bottom. ugh. But today I was
home.
First, I noticed him on the
feeder, so I sprayed the pole with
Pam! Now when he tries to use it he swirls down it like a fireman on his
fire pole. Next, he got brave and started
leaping, but I saw that too, so I moved the pole. The best part? I managed to catch it all on
video. Blingo!
Game on Senor Squirrel. Tell your buddies too.