Deercakes

Believe it or not, this creature pictured here quietly in repose, is the scourge of our neighborhood. Mr. Squirrel has developed quite the reputation for being a fearless daredevil, relentlessly taunting the local canine population and generally disturbing the serenity of our normally peaceful community. Once, this gadabout Sciuridae even made obscene gestures at our very own Marie-Louise. I can tell you it was profoundly disturbing. Ceasing to bark, she abandoned her self-appointed lookout post at our window, and walked away perplexed. Also, this notorious marauder single handedly (single pawedly?) orchestrated a vicious home invasion on New Year’s Day. I was home alone and defenseless. With a savagery indicating a distinct lack of respect, Mr. Squirrel mercilessly attacked our family photographs and then moved on to devastating our collection of mid-century ceramics. Upon hearing my horrified scream, he made an obviously calculated and hasty departure. The incident left me with an adrenaline rush to rival that of a brand new tattoo. Note his… ahem… amplitude, symptomatic of his advanced skills as an accomplished scavenger, undoubtedly. Still, I love all creatures, great and small, and I would be saddened if anything ever happened to the little miscreant. It is a solemn honor to have such a noteworthy fellow choose to make our backyard his permanent residence, however great the burden may be. 

Photo courtesy of Mr. Honeybadger