This little feller leaves half eaten apples and corn cobs on the top of my fence posts. When I unlatch my gate these nasty compost items fall on my head. Seriously how does this squirrel precariously perch this crap on the door posts. Just look at him with his pink beady eyes.
Every autumn he somehow manages to find miniature pumpkins, I think he takes them from one of my neighbors' Thanksgiving displays, and eats them on my porch and roof. I have found many miniature pumpkins in my gutters. I hate this A$$hole.
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