Kevin's Squirrel

As many of you know, Kevin has a thing about red squirrels, and a love/hate relationship seems to have been created there. While Kevin has had particular issues in the past, a new relationship has been established with the red squirrel living in our backyard.

Maybe it started this past spring when Kevin realized that it was living in a bird house by our apple tree, after noticing that the front door of the house had been efficiently gnawed on to make considerably bigger. Or maybe it began when he went over to the pole supporting the house and gave it a few good solid whacks and sent the squirrel in a hurried scurry.

In either case, the relationship was sealed when Kevin discovered that during the summer our little red squirrel was squirreling away a winter's supply of nuts in our shed. It was then, if not before, that the relationship officially commenced.

Yes, there was a squirrel hole in the door. Then Kev "installed" a metal plate over the hole - a temporary fix, at best, for our resourceful neighbor, who promptly "installed" another hole by the plate (sadly no picture of that yet).

But prior to the dualing dooring - our little fella was PISSED OFF when Kevin did away with the winter's food storage. All of a sudden, our friend had a bigger problem than just Kevin. He had to guard his stash from gray squirrels. And it was no small task, seeing as how there was an enormous pile sitting outside of our shed, and he was now faced with the dilemma of having to re-find, re-stash (probably in our shed)...

The saga continues, and I would expect updates throughout winter. The second door remains, and Kev has "installed" a thicker piece of wood behind it. So, presumably it will take a little longer for Red to chew through...

Rough Night

It is the night before voting and all through the house --
The creature is stirring all over the house.
Henry dusted all the walkable area of my dining and living rooms, and a little of the unwalkable. He ate dinner like a trooper despite it not being his favorite - and he let me know by spewing it back at me a few times. Enough that I had it spattered on me, he had it down the front of his shirt and pants, the chair is splattered, and the floor got a good helping as well.
I put him in his pj's, and not 10 minutes later noticed that he filled his diaper, which didn't contain it all so as I was changing him and taking off the pj bottoms, poop flew through the air and landed in my hair. Later I found something on my forehead - don't know if it was dinner or poop... Or, maybe both.
I am hoping tomorrow is a better day - not filled with flying food and poop.
In other words, I hope Obama is voted in.
People - vote your conscience.