You wanna fight? Let’s go . . .
Oh man, the shits on now. This whole “situation” has been coming to a head for a while now. We’ve been looking sideways at each other, but then he had to go and take it up a level and get physical. Okay, I’m down with that. He broke a brand new piece of equipment I’d purchased that afternoon! Damn, he wanted my attention, he’s got it now. Can’t say I didn’t see it coming though. I was standing in my back yard yelling over the fence. It went like this:
Me, “So that’s how it’s gonna play huh . . . bitch?”
Him, “#$^&*!@$” (Some garbled nasty shit I couldn’t understand)
Me, “Now that you broke my shit, you gonna stand over there like nothing’s happened?”
Him, “#$^&- *!@” (Some more garbled nasty shit I couldn’t understand)
Me, “You wanna go? Why don’t you step to it and let’s do this.”
Him, “#$^” (You get the picture)
Me, “What are ya going do, huh?” (I started to move toward him)
Him, “#$^&*!@$#$^&*!@$ . . .” (Said over his shoulder as he was running away)
Me, “I knew you were nothing . . . don’t ever fucking come back here.”
So that’s how it ended between me and the squirrel who broke my new bird feeder.
oh man, i feel yer pain. yer lucky you’re dealin with just ONE thug. my neighborhood has roving bands of tree beasts. they eat my trashcan lids, take dumps on my deck, leave their food wrappers all over the freakin yard!!!
aarrghhh. i’m off to the hobby store for an automatic bb gun. i’m mad as hell and i’m not gonna take it anymore!!!!
They NEVER give up, gotta admire their tenacity. I cheaped out and bought a wire mesh peanut bird feeder. It took a little work but in a few weeks they chewed through the mesh. Went back and bought a more expensive peanut feeder with a swivel question mark shaped hook. Filled it up and they knocked it down and broke the hook off within the hour. I was gonna chuck that feeder too but decide I could fix it. I did, for $3 worth of hardware from HomeDepot. It is impregnable now . . . they have basically given up on even trying. Take that.
Is your’s hanging from the tree? Remember Grandma and Granpa’s struggle? Anyway, their’s was on a pole and they just lubed it up with vaseline. Somehow that doesn’t sound right.
Or when they’d throw a chicken carcass into the ravine behind the house so the “raccoon’ll get it”. Jesus.
I was proud of my heavy duty u-bolt solution, still hanging. The squirrels come by every now and then but can’t get it. Yeaaahhhh beeeoooootttcchhh.