My Dad has been feeding the squirrels in the garden so much lately, the roof had to be "squirrel proofed" to the tune of over a thousand dollars. My mother is not happy about it. As a consequence, the neighbourhood squirrels are super friendly and only too happy to help themselves to their favourite treats when the opportunity presents itself. An opportunity, not unlike the one we have here at the moment. My Mum is trying to rid the house of the smell of rusty seawater/my Dad's attempt at lobster bisque (Day 2), by leaving the doors open, running a fan and lighting scented candles. This little guy is looking forward to all-you-can-eat organic walnuts in-the-shell.
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