Well, when I spoke to Maggie on the phone last night on the way home from work, she wanted to know where the squirrel was. Apparently, the girls were tearing the house apart looking for that drawing. I think she was happy the kids were having a good time but not completely thrilled that I had left a ticking time bomb of untidiness to explode before I got home. (They didn't make that much of a mess, in the end)
The squirrel is now safely in custody, and it may even learn to like squirrel feed (if a drawing of a squirrel can).
A while ago, Chuck made us some premium squirrel mix. We put off using it and rediscovered it in the pantry recently. I let the girls spread it out on the front walk and all day we watched Rusty (our very real, very fat front yard squirrel) run up and down the tree, first eating the feed, than running for cover whenever anyone came near. This is the same squirrel that ate a whole pumpkin.Posted by James at November 25, 2003 3:05 AM