Squirrels are more entertaining than data

Working from home today. One French door is open, as are the blinds on the other one. There’s a Topsy-Turvy planter hanging from the patio roof about six feet from the door. Being lazy, I stuck a hose through one of the empty holes so I could turn the water on low and soak the soil. A good-sized black squirrel found the hose and climbed up. (NB: No berries on the plant.) I told the roomie, ‘I’ll laugh if the hose comes out.’ Sure enough, after about a minute the hose came out and the squirrel came down. It did a backflip when it hit the ground. Most amusing. I laughed.

The cat, who was paying extreme attention at the screen door, was entertained too.

Jonh, get to work! :smiley:

I’m working! I’m working!


WS-BALANCE-A-IN = '000000000000'
SUB1         = 11
SUB1B        = 11 
CDR-BAL-SIGN = ' '
DO WHILE SUB1 GE 0
   IF BALANCE-BYTE-IN1 NUMERIC
      BALANCE-BYTE-IN1B = BALANCE-BYTE-IN1
      SUB1  = SUB1 - 1
      SUB1B = SUB1B - 1
   ELSE       
      IF BALANCE-BYTE-IN1 = '-'
         CDR-BAL-SIGN     = '1' 
      END-IF
      SUB1  = SUB1 - 1
   END-IF
END-DO  
MOVE WS-BALANCE-A-IN TO BALANCE     
IF BALANCE-CENTS GE 50
   BALANCE-DOLLARS = BALANCE-DOLLARS + 1
END-IF
CDR-BALANCE     = BALANCE-DOLLARS  
IF CDR-BAL-SIGN = '1'
   WS-Z-BALANCE = WS-Z-BALANCE - CDR-BALANCE
ELSE
   WS-Z-BALANCE = WS-Z-BALANCE + CDR-BALANCE
END-IF

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(See? Squirrels are more entertaining.)

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Did they switch from the Swingline stapler to the Boston stapler? I hope you kept your Swingline stapler.

Who? The squirrels? I’ve never actually seen them using staplers. Not that they don’t…

I think the reason I’ve always been very successful at working from home is the fact that the window in my office is above my head when I am seated.

The best I can do is watch crows in the walnut tree at the edge of my yard while at my desk. Lord knows how much work I’d miss if I could only see the shirts-vs-skins basketball next door…

Down at the office the big attraction is the baby seagulls on the roof. Someone in the tall building next door takes pictures of them and sends them to our VP. Someone in the office put cat litter boxes full of water up there fore them. Sometimes the baby seagulls get on the skylight. From my office I can sometimes see their reflections in the afore-mentioned building’s glass walls.

Butterflies are fun, too. Sat for 20 minutes watching them.

“Honey, don’t cut down that milkweed. I saw a Monarch land on it a couple times. Maybe it laid eggs.”

“I know. That’s why it’s still there.” And then she launched into another 20 minutes bitching about how, in school, they explained how a caterpillar turned into a butterfly in “And then a miracle occurred” terms when she wanted to know just what was going on in a chrysalis. She was still complaining when I dropped her off at work. Her mother’s daughter. :slight_smile:

It’s not lazy landscaping. It’s a butterfly garden.

I miss ours, who used to slide on their butts down the roof of the guy behind me. West Nile got 'em. :frowning: Some crows are back, but they aren’t ours, who knew us and were stupid and fun.

Me: “I was at the grocery store (a mile and a half away) and one of your stupid crows apparently recognized your car and was begging like a baby, expecting me to toss him a slug.”

Wife: “They love slugs.”

I miss those bastards. They were like pets you didn’t need to clean up after. And they liked me better than our cockatiel does.

I have home crows too. They’ve gotten so familar they talk to us in their private voices. It’s a cooing sound, rather than the harsh sounds they talk to other crow families or people with.

Occasionally they’ll leave me something in exchange for the goodies I give them, mostly shiny stuff, like candy wrappers or bits of foil. Once one left a polished rock. I think they may have stolen it from me in the past.

We leave them food, but in the spring we give them dryer lint and if I cut my hair when they’re fixing up their nest, I’ll give them that too. They love it.

I’m walking home from the orthopedist, full ast and sling on my left arm. I sense a movement in a tree, look up and see something falling. I swing my cast out of the way.

Squirrel falls right at my feet. If I hadn’t moved the cast, I swear it would have landed on it.

Try getting a doctor to believe that was how your cast got broken.

P.S. The squirrel calmly got up and walked away.