the squirrel

The other day I walked out of my house to go to work. Out of the corner of my eye, I spied a curious sight. The bird feeder I have out under my American Elm by the street was on the ground, broken apart, with birdseed spread all over. In the midst of the seed was a squirrel busily chomping away on the Smörgåsbord. I calmly walked over saying "excuse me?" while doing so--he just continued to chomp away faster and faster with his little squirrelly eyes looking for the quickest way out. He finally dashed up the aforementioned elm, and I started to scrape as much of the seed into a pile to put it back into the feeder. When I picked up the feeder, I noticed something quite amusing: he hadn't just knocked the feeder off the hanger. That little shit actually chewed through the hanger and it was irreparable. Are you kidding me? I couldn't help but laugh. If he's that ingenious, let him eat as much of the birdseed as he wants. Silly squirrel.

Oh, I did go out and get a new and improved bird feeder. The hanger is not made of plastic, and it is un-chewable!