I Fought the Squirrel

… and I think I may have won! It’s probably too early to declare victory, but I put a paving stone on top of the seed pail yesterday afternoon. A couple of hours later, I heard Mr. Squirrel attempting another robbery. He was able to get the handle of the pail down (despite the fact that I had wedged the paver up against it), but no further. He gave up surprisingly quickly. I’m not sure if that’s because he knew that resistance would be futile, or if he needed to go off and hatch another plan. He did come back a little bit later, but his attempts were even more brief that time.

I may yet end up coming home to an open pail because he might conceivably get enough leverage on the side of the lid opposite the stone to flip it off of the lid, but I think that the weight might just be too much for him.

Honestly, I would just let him have as much seed as he likes, but when I went to fill the feeders yesterday, there was a solid layer of sunflower seed hulls at the top due to his piggishness. Having to scrape all of those hulls off and throw them away just so that I could get to the viable seed is what sealed his fate. I might consider getting a squirrel feeder at some point because I do love those wacky, clever little vermin, but for now, he’s going to have to find food elsewhere.

Sorry, buddy. Human: 1; Squirrel: well, I’ve lost count. You may have won countless battles, but you lost the war. You came close, but close only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades.