|Can you find the peaches in this picture? Of course not!|
|Because they're down here.|
A bushel's worth of peaches. Half-eaten, on the ground. When I looked out of the window this afternoon, there was a full buffet line of the little bushy-tailed varmints clustered about the bounty on the lawn, sitting up on their hind legs, peaches between their cunning paws, chomping away and having a good old time.
|Clean as a whistle.|
When I went to investigate*, I discovered this peach pit, placed in clear view on a planter ledge.
|...then another, poised neatly on the arm of a comfortable chair.|
|Peach pit as side table decor.|
|Beautifully balanced on the back of the couch.|
|Slyly dropped behind the cushions.|
Maximum human discomfort. Maximum squirrel amusement.
|Sure enough, there he was.|
Lounging. On my FENCE!! I mean, just look at that foot position, people. Not an ounce of respect!
|Yeah, you better run.|
* Should read, "shake my fist and yell impotently at the bushy tails disappearing into the distance,"