I had a lunch guest this week, he (well I assume he's a he) shared our hour together. I ate my hot homemade chicken soup and he ate cold hard corn. I sat in the warm house and his little tail blew around from the cold wind. After I watched him for awhile I decided we had something in common. He is separating his corn from the cob before he eats it, I don't think he likes it touching. I sat on the floor in front of the patio door with him sitting on the deck right in front of me.
I left a note for John on the counter. "Hun, if you are baiting for a squirrel to eat the corn you left on the deck it's working. I ate lunch with him and he's kinda cute and I think he likes me. I know you really don't like him so I told him to scram before you got home" "P.S. I think baiting on the deck is a little too close to the house ;)"
We haven't seen him since.
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