They’re here.
The squirrels.
They’re here.
I saw them a few weeks ago scampering across the edge of the roof and decided to ignore them. I choose not to recall my brother’s stories of squirrels getting into his attic and chewing on electrical wires. Zap! Serves them right.
My brother lives in a wooded area and I live and garden on a former farm field. He should have squirrels, I should not.
