Trash talking (don’t let it get your goat)
Wednesday June 16th 2010, 9:41 pm
Filed under: Wildlife

I’d be curious to know how it got the thing. A raccoon possibly, maybe a possum: one day last week, I looked out the window to see an empty peanut butter jar out by the olive tree.  (Okay, olive you try thinking of those two flavors together for a moment.)

We recycle such jars, but it had to have still smelled of peanuts.  So okay, that one actually makes sense. The stolen jar, I mean.

Now, earlier in the spring I had a milk jug outside for watering my amaryllises, and I watched some ambitious squirrel rolling and pushing it across the yard to do just what with it, I have no idea. It was quite the sight.  It seemed he was trying to impress his lady love with it. Look! A portable lightweight nest! (He’d chewed a large hole in the side.)  Or, or, an exercise ball! Or…! Isn’t this just the coolest thing! It seemed he wanted to carry it up the tree.

And he had fun fun fun till the owner took the milk jug away.

Now, that peanut butter makes more sense.

But explain this one to me. I can quite promise you it wasn’t there yesterday.  (Although, come to think of it, today was the recycling pick up–there was a breeze–okay, never mind.)

I saw a black squirrel insanely curious a few hours ago, reeeeeeeeeeaching with its nose and then, oh so tentatively, with a paw too towards the new thing, its tail stretched hard straight back ready to whip its whole body around to dash screaming for the hills:

Does it taste good?! Will it BITE!?  It flinched away, then turned back again, unable to resist, reaching to bat at the new animal-smelling thing to see if it would run or jump or fly.

And when I went outside, going, okay, what have you guys stolen from the can now, I reached over to pick it up–

–and it was a ball band from my yarn.

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Squirrels are proof that Heaven has a sense of humor.

Comment by Lynn 06.17.10 @ 1:41 am

I’ve heard of Boy Bands and Garage Bands. I’m still trying to decide what sort of music a ball band would play. Or maybe you’re just stringing us along.

Comment by LauraN 06.17.10 @ 6:15 am

Okay critters… You’re treading on thin ice. Plastic trash/recycling, fine. Anything connected to yarn? Back off, buster.

Comment by Channon 06.17.10 @ 6:42 am

I knew one of those critters would catch the “yarn bug” sooner or later.

Comment by Joansie 06.17.10 @ 7:42 am

All creatures great and small luv yarn.

Comment by Sherry in Idaho 06.17.10 @ 7:57 am

Is it really so surprising that animals around your place would catch the yarn bug? And I’m sure my Pepper would love a bit of yarn, though these days she seems to like to chew on shoes.

Fun –

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Stupidity is not a handicap. Park elsewhere!

Comment by Don Meyer 06.17.10 @ 8:53 am

Oh noes! It’s the TERRIBLE BALL BAND! Watch out. It might give you a nasty paper cut…

Comment by Carol 06.17.10 @ 6:52 pm

Apparently the Harlot’s fleece stealing squirrels have found you. Since they can’t get away with fleece, they’ll take the next best thing. g

Comment by gMarie 06.18.10 @ 2:29 pm

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