Hmmm...

Via the NY Times...

Saving a Squirrel by Eating One

RARE roast beef splashed with meaty jus, pork enrobed in luscious crackling fat, perhaps a juicy, plump chicken ... these are feasts that come to mind when one thinks of quintessential British food. Lately, however, a new meat is gracing the British table: squirrel.

I could make quite a living farming squirrels, seeing as though my balcony has become a squirrel haven.

(Oh, I'm kidding, animal lovers. I can't even bring myself to kick little buggers out.)

It's Him! It's Him!

Via WNBC... A squirrel breaks into a house and bites a girl. Click here to watch the video.

I'm telling you, I'd recognize that squirrel anywhere!

Cayenne Pepper

A lot of people suggested I sprinkle cayenne pepper outside to get rid of the squirrel and it reminded me of a funny, albeit gross, story. Consider yourself warned.

If you read Save Karyn, you might remember that my old roommate Scott had a Jack Russell Terrier named Veda.

When we first moved in together, Veda was a puppy and was completely out of control. At the time, I only had Elvis, and Veda developed a habit of rummaging through his litter box and eating his poop. (As gross as this is, it's quite common for puppies to do.)

As you can imagine, Scott and I weren't exactly excited about Veda's new habit, but no matter what we did, we couldn't break her of it. We moved the litter box, put a lid on it, added a door... but somehow she'd always figure out a way to get inside.

After a while, someone suggested that we douse Elvis' poop with Tabasco sauce, so we decided to give it a try. After waiting for Elvis to "make a fresh one," we uncovered it with the scooper and gave it a good douse. As terrible as it is, we then led Veda to the litter box and encouraged her to dive in.

Within seconds, Veda found the spicy piece of poop and completely devoured it. When she finished, with her lips-a-smackin', rather than freak out and run the other way because her mouth was now probably on fire, she instead looked back at the litter box and dove inside for seconds. I mean, the Tabasco sauce didn't even phase her. She was like, "Mmmm, sauce!"

Anyway, sorry for the gross story, but I had to share it. Oh, and as for Veda, she eventually stopped eating Elvis' poop. When she moved out.

Squirrel Comments

As with the monkey comments, there were a couple hilarious squirrel ones as well.

From Lindz...

I cannot believe you got a picture of the little bastardo. My dad has a similar battle ensuing with moles in his yard. Has for years. He peed down the holes, waiting outside of them with a pitchfork (we live in the burbs mind you - not in the country), placed juicy fruit gum in the holes, flooded them, put hair in there, traps... you name it. Perhaps I should write about it!? Good luck.

Lindz, I don't know you or your dad, but the thought of a grown man standing in a yard with a pitchfork and some Juicy Fruit had me laughing out loud. It's all very Caddyshack. Oh, and what's with the hair?

From Tara...

When I was in college I use to hand feed my "pet" squirrel. I would push the screen out and hand him a peanut. It was all fun and games until the squirrel started crawling up the screen and shaking it violently until I gave him a peanut. Eventually he started to chew a hole through the screen and my roommate told me I had to stop. Your story reminded me of mine...

"...shaking it violently." I can't stop laughing.

The Squirrel

That damn squirrel is back again.

I say "damn" because I evicted the little b*stard a few weeks ago when I saw that he chewed a hole through my screen. Now here it is, 70 degrees outside, and I can't open the window because I know he'll try to move right in.

I read on the internet that a way to get rid of squirrels is to spray coyote urine wherever you don't want them. Now, where in the hell am I supposed to get that? As you can imagine we don't have many coyotes here in Brooklyn, and even if we did, I can't see myself sticking a dixie cup between its legs and asking for a sample.

I could try to collect some pee pee from Elvis, but I can't imagine he'd be too happy about it.

Ever since the vet used a syringe to do it, he won't let me near the area anyway. (Not that I try to go there often, but you know what I mean... he's made it very clear that it's off-limits.)

Anywho, my sister told me to try sprinkling his pee-peed cat litter out there, which isn't a bad idea. I think I'm going to give it a try. If that doesn't work, I swear to God, I'm going to get out there myself and christen the place. That squirrel is going down.