squirrels. It starts with a French fry, next thing you know they're taking your living room furniture.We were in DC and a pudgy squirrel came up and confiscated a few fries .had me a little nervous. May have been fluffy fur .it was looking bulky .ours are more lean looking .
I wasn't getting bit for a French fry.
One is currently eating the side of my house.squirrels. It starts with a French fry, next thing you know they're taking your living room furniture.
We have a abundance of tree rats(squirrels) here. I believe the hawks and cats are culling them .One is currently eating the side of my house.
What is the mean time of return? I'm guessing less than 3 minutes.I still work from home and my favorite workday side questions is opening my window and yelling at the 3 resident squirrels to get off my bird feeder and watching them bolt.
I see you are familiar with the nature of squirrels.What is the mean time of return? I'm guessing less than 3 minutes.
slingshot / un-poped pop corn kernals......I still work from home and my favorite workday side questions is opening my window and yelling at the 3 resident squirrels to get off my bird feeder and watching them bolt.
Despite which, you are doing the lord's work.slingshot / un-poped pop corn kernals......
Which almost certainly did nothing productive whatsoever. Growing up in a national park comes with some ancillary benefits, like being able to talk to an actual wildlife biologist about controlling a mouse problem in a setting where killing them is not an option, and catch and release isn't working. He said catch and release (or catch and fling, as the case may be) within anything less than a one-mile radius almost certainly means the critter is back inside 24 hours. Indeed, when we followed his advice and actually put some distance in (we went five miles, just to be sure), the problem was solved.squirrels are quiet here now, but this morning I shoveled a bunch of heavy wet snow...we've had 3 feet over the past few weeks, it just never stops...which wouldn't be anything new except as I was going back in the garage I intercepted a mouse which sprinted across the not yet plowed driveway and into the garage where I scooped her (*) up and tossed her back into the woods.
* pretty sure she was pregnant, this happens occasionally. When I got back inside I noted I had trapped her presumed mate...
Where does a squirrel get alcohol?A Duke classmate of mine had a theory that there was actually only one squirrel on Dukes campus - it was just very, very fast.
Alcohol may have played a role in the development of this theory…
My guess would be either the BOGgers or the ATOs.Where does a squirrel get alcohol?
I was well aware of that, but my other option was to bludgeon the mouse with a snow shovel and that was going to be ugly.Which almost certainly did nothing productive whatsoever. Growing up in a national park comes with some ancillary benefits, like being able to talk to an actual wildlife biologist about controlling a mouse problem in a setting where killing them is not an option, and catch and release isn't working. He said catch and release (or catch and fling, as the case may be) within anything less than a one-mile radius almost certainly means the critter is back inside 24 hours. Indeed, when we followed his advice and actually put some distance in (we went five miles, just to be sure), the problem was solved.
Just in case that helps.
I was well aware of that, but my other option was to bludgeon the mouse with a snow shovel and that was going to be ugly.
Lots of problems with them mice: a few years ago I trapped one in the garage (I trap probably 20/year once it gets cold, and I have to, otherwise they build nests in our cars' engines which is not good at all) and evidently it left behind about six struggling babies that couldn't nurse, and I had to track them down....not a Disney moment at all.
Had a mouse problem while in grad school in CH. Lived in a basement apartment of a quadruplex off of MLK (Airport Rd), just across from the police station. I hate killing things (except roaches) and so I used a "live catch" trap and would take the tiny illegal immigrants out to the Governor's Club and let them go. Upscale neighborhood and I'm sure much better available fare than pillaging the food stocks of someone on a grad student budgetWhich almost certainly did nothing productive whatsoever. Growing up in a national park comes with some ancillary benefits, like being able to talk to an actual wildlife biologist about controlling a mouse problem in a setting where killing them is not an option, and catch and release isn't working. He said catch and release (or catch and fling, as the case may be) within anything less than a one-mile radius almost certainly means the critter is back inside 24 hours. Indeed, when we followed his advice and actually put some distance in (we went five miles, just to be sure), the problem was solved.
Just in case that helps.