Fay, you remind me of a time my senior year in High School. We had squirrel day. It seems one heroic lil squirrel decided to climb up a power pole, squeeze into the transformer that stepped down the power for downtown. Which of course is where the school was. Apparently, no power = no school. Who knew! We sang praises to the lil hero. We called him Skippy (since we could skip school). And it was on a blissfully beautiful spring day. Ahhh, one of the few happy memories of HS.
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That's great, Hec.
Squirrels are one of the banes of power companies. The effort to create as squirrel-proof transformer has been about as successful as the effort to create a squirrel-proof bird feeder.
The effort to create as squirrel-proof transformer has been about as successful as the effort to create a squirrel-proof bird feeder.
I have seen a squirrel-proof bird feeder! It's electric-powered, and when it detects anything the weight of a squirrel, it spins around fast enough to fling the squirrel off in a random direction.
when it detects anything the weight of a squirrel, it spins around fast enough to fling the squirrel off in a random direction.
Now that's entertainment.
WANT.
My Sr or Jr year of hs we also had a squirel day. In VA at least (elsewhere too?) if the school can't serve lunch then the students must be sent home... happy and yet hungry.
Oh and someone on Eureka just suggested they may be living on a hellmouth...
when it detects anything the weight of a squirrel, it spins around fast enough to fling the squirrel off in a random direction.
Now I know what to get my dad for Christmas!
Now I know what to get my dad for Christmas!
Right? Screw the bird feed. Load it up with squirrel chow and have hours of fun.
Now I know what to get my dad for Christmas!
Wouldn't it just be the coolest? And by strange coincidence, it's my birthday tomorrow. Oh, wait, no squirrels. Bugger.
Oh, wait, no squirrels. Bugger
VA's got ton's gimme an address... (note to self... poke air holes)