Okay. I hate squirrels more than anything else in the world. That's sort of an overstatement, and I say "sort of," because I also hate world hunger, war, and child neglect. But my strongest aversions are for blue pens, bad coffee, parking tickets (I seem to break every rule about parking in this city), and SQUIRRELS!!! They are NOT cute. They are NOT cuddly. They are NOT meant to live in my attic/crawl space/walls/apartment.
On Sunday I heard a nasty scratch-scratch and called our landlord yesterday. After a few hours, the nasty baby beast was trapped, and the landlord walked it out of my apartment. Eeeeewww. This is squirrel terrorism, and no words will convey my disgust. I Googled about squirrel problems this morning (as I do with every common problem-Google is sort of like my guru, if I had a guru...) and found this picture on another girl's blog. I added the slash-out and verbage, but I think this is an excellent expression of my mood.
Poop on squirrels. Thank you, Cyberspace, for allowing ranting blog posts like this one. But at least I get to see Sufjan Stevens tonight and drink a cold brew at the Cheeky Monk. Mmmm... that's nice.
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