Its been a week since I received my, "Kill the Squirrel" orders. I've been brooding over this dilemma day and night, the seed for killing, that I thought was buried for good, has started to grow again. Once again the thirst for the kill calls me. Its building like a great volcano that's about to erupt, no way of knowing exactly when. The squirrel must and will die, at my hands(which are like steel vices). My plan is to burst out of my house at blinding speed, the horror and quickness of my attack should stun the rodent just long enough for me to reach him. I will have to leap a good 8 feet into the air to snatch him, so I'll have to set up a small trampoline at the base of the feeder. Once I have the little bugger it will just a matter of tearing his cute little body to pieces.
3 comments:
Leave the sqirrel be.If you kill it there will be another taking his place then another etc.You will end up being a serial sqirrel killer.Unless of course you make some sqirrel soup out of him like The Clampetts would do.
I spell like a 1st grader.Damn squirrel.I changed my mind.Assassinate the varmint.
Definitely assassinate. I prefer to localize my attacks on crows and other fowl, however. Right now I have my eye on a particularly large and agressive pigeon that inhabits my bus stop.
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