Squirrel

So there's this squirrel...

I swear he's more intelligent, more devious, more cunning than any other squirrel I know. (And I know many given my children's fetish for chasing them.)

This squirrel is special. Crazy-eyed.

He sneaks up on our porch without making so much as a squeak on our steps -which is virtually impossibly to do, by the way- and steals food from our trash bags.

It's not like we leave trash out there for days. Well, mostly. There are the occasional pizza boxes.

I've not only seen the evidence of his messy habits, I've had to clean them up as well. This makes for quite a frustrating relationship as I feel that I'm getting the heel end of the arrangement. Did I mention that he never touches our neighbor's trash?

He's been caught in the act many times and literally bounces away as if he doesn't have a care in the world. I'm like 20 times larger than him! Doesn't he know this??? Isn't there some squirrel instinct that tells him that he's in danger?

When I saw him chewing a left over apple on our stairs today, he and I both froze. As he darted away, I chased him.

In the rain.

Across the parking lot.

I stepped in a puddle.

Since I couldn't follow him up the tree, I guess he won this round. I must not have been very intimidating.

Stupid squirrel.


Videos of the kids:

They spent all of last evening dragging toys in and out of this box. It was so adorable.

Lilly's reaction to the Christmas lights at Target.