My parents, who’ve turned completely soft in their old age, used to feed the squirrels dry-roasted peanuts every day. After a few weeks of this, they noticed that one squirrel showed up regularly. It was easy to pick him out, because he was the one with the extra 3 pounds on him. They named him Sammy. And they were delighted with him.
This turned into a nightly routine. After dinner, they’d line up 5 peanuts in a line, and watch the squirrels gaily hop to the deck to get their reward. When Sammy showed up, they were especially pleased, because he was their favorite. He’d scamper off, his mouth full of peanuts, and they’d say, “Oh, isn’t he cute?”
On occasion, they’d get distracted from their routine, and Sammy would show up in front of their sliding glass door, and stare at them and wave his tail around, until they got up and threw out his peanuts. They thought that that was a hoot. We warned them that they were raising a brat, but they didn’t listen.
Then he began scuffling with the other squirrels. Even if he had his mouth full of peanuts, he’d attack any squirrel who tried to get close to “his” spot on the deck. One day, he attacked Suzy the Squirrel so viciously that my parents actually began to consider that maybe they had a “problem.”
Then, one day, they made the mistake of running out of peanuts.
Sammy did his usual routine - staring at them, chastising them, and waving his tail at them, for a half an hour straight. Then, clearly pissed that they weren’t bending to his little rodent will, he climbed up on the screen to their sliding glass door, and pissed all over it.
My mother is a clean. fanatic. And that was the last peanut that that little shit ever got. That didn’t stop him from pissing on the screen nightly for 2 weeks solid, until my meek and mild mother finally borrowed my brother’s BB gun and started taking aim.
So, my advice is to wait for the inevitable change of heart, and duck when you hear the shooting.