Hating on squirrels always reminds me of the father of one of my (least favorite) ex-GFs. He lived in a house in the woods in Wisconsin, and was a bird lover. Had a couple of feeders, and the squirrels would always eat all the bird seed, which made him progressively angrier and crazier. He'd sit outside with a pellet gun on weekends and shoot squirrels all day long - sometimes he'd get 20 or 30 of them in a day. And of course, being in the woods in Wisconsin, for every squirrel he killed, five more would take it's place.
I dumped his psychotic bitch daughter back in 1990 - I wonder if he's still at it?
