Oh, I am sure mine cause damage. But they're still cute to me. Just like those terrible racoons. I know they're little thieving rascals but I think they're ridiculously adorable anyway.

When I spent a month at the Huntington Library and eating in their outdoor cafe, it wasn't the squirrels so much as the damned sparrows who would dive bomb the table and carry off part of your lunch.

Our squirrels and I have come to an agreement, I give them peanuts and sunflower seeds and they run from the old cd's that are hanging in the peach tree, so we actually get peaches. So far we are at a stalemate over the strawberries.

Ooooh, they're scared of the reflections on the cds? That's brilliant!!

Ooooh, they're scared of the reflections on the cds?

Ours are, but they also fall in the pond, so I'm guessing they aren't the sharpest of squirrels.

While we were looking out the window a falcon landed in the tree and commenced to tearing the shit out of something rodent shaped. This squirrel walked right out on the branch to get a better look.

Well, the falcon already had a meal.

I have a bird feeder where the squirrel weight trips a lever that shuts off food access. It doesn't fling the squirrels away, but watching them try and fail to get to the food gives my cat something to do.

So I got out my laptop to read up on some financial information I need for tonight's board meeting so that I could legitimately be pissy about other people who come to these meetings unprepared and make them run long.

That was half an hour ago. I'm...caught up in Natter. And Facebook. And the first paragraph of that article about Angry Birds.

It's possible my brother's not the only one in the family with ADD. You know, maybe.

When I spent a month at the Huntington Library and eating in their outdoor cafe, it wasn't the squirrels so much as the damned sparrows who would dive bomb the table and carry off part of your lunch.

Yes! When I lived on the Plaza, i would get coffee and a muffin a lot at the coffee shop across the street from my apartment. The sparrows would be right under your feet, and I could sometimes coax them on the table with muffins crumbs.

My hood squirrels there were fat, cocky bastards though. They would taunt the cats outside the window; the dumpster was in the alley by my bedroom window. Man, those squirrels were rotund.

billytea, were we not on different continents, incompatible, unable to legally wed owing to polygamy laws and lots of other things, I would marry you.

Aww. I thank you for your ill-advised, bigamous attentions.

The squirrels at McGill freaked me out. I got a bad rep as a squirrel kicker, but truth was, I extended my foot very slowly, and THE SQUIRREL SHOULD HAVE MOVED. I am supposed to win. No squirrels were harmed in the making of this story, but my rep got...exacerbated for a bit.