My boys have been brainstorming in an effort to help me in my squirrel hunting endeavor. Here is their latest idea. A yummy plate of acorns placed on a stump at close range to the front door.
They spend the best part of their mornings monitoring this feast through the windows and when they spot the critter, pandemonium ensues. I’ll play it up very nicely, get the pellet gun, and stealthily open the front door to take a poorly aimed shot. The remainder of the morning is spent lamenting how I just missed by an “inch”.
Your days are numbered Bullwinkle!
Or is it Rocky? I can’t honestly recall!