I have a shed/garage that’s a little bit too narrow to park a car in very easily in my backyard. Because it’s so tough to park, I use it almost exclusively for storing stuff.
Today, for the first time, I came nearly face-to-face with a little vermin resident, a squirrel. I had reason to suspect that I had nesting critters, but I could never prove it. Until now.
I have a little unused storage cabinet on the wall, which was approximately where I saw said squirrel. I carefully opened the door to find a whole boatload of shredded cardboard stuffed inside. I then carefully took the handle of a rake and started to work the cardboard out of the cabinet. I was well on my way when I pushed in a bit further, whereupon I heard something hit the side of the cabinet really hard and rattle around. Yep, you guessed it, I poked the squirrel. Of course, what with me being brave and all, I ran like a litle sissy. So it’s still in there, presumably.
What should I do? I could perforate it with several hollowpoints, but the town cops would not be happy with me. I could put out some rat poison or something, but that would mean I’d have to get close in again, and that is not an option. I’m thinking that I should probably call the local vermin control specialist, but at what cost? If it’s not as cheap as ammo, shooting holes in it becomes a favorable option in spite of the risk of arrest (I’m kidding).
Anyway, I’m kinda geeked out right now. Everyone has their little phobias, mine is wild animals, birds, whatever. It always has been. Who knows what fear lurks in the hearts of men? That damn squirrel does, and now so do you.