And the squirrel went beserk

My whole life I have loved squirrels. When I was little a baby squirrel crawled into my brother's lap and took a nap, boy was I jealous. I have defended them when people have referred to them as rats with fluffy tails. I have never accelerated when I've seen one in the street.

That all is in the past. Now we are in wartime.

My third time scaring the squirrel out of the air conditioner or wall or where ever he is nesting, he had the balls to turn around and look right in the window at me, little f^$#!*. I even walked away and grabbed the camera and still he sat. Oooooh, game on my little friend, game on.