Gloria wrote:
A .410 works great. We had them living in our attic. After we did an
extensive remodeling which involved ripping out most of the walls and all of
the ceilings in our house (not because of the squirrels), the critters tried
to come back. They would romp and play on the roof and tease and taunt me
as they frolicked and scampered about on the deck, even looking in the low
windows on the deck. My husband was totally against killing the beasts, but
he did trap a few in a sav-a-heart trap and took them to a deeply wooded
area 10 miles away. But, there were more of them than the trap could take
care of. As their assault on our dwelling continued, I knew it would just
be a matter of time till they would find, or MAKE, a way back into our home
again. That's when hubby sorrowfully got the .410. The man is a deer
hunter, and he has hunted and killed wild turkey and wild hogs, but
considered these fluffy tailed rats that built nests in our attic, chewed on
the wood up there, pooped, ****ed and reproduced up there, to be something
that shouldn't be killed ?????? I finally told him it was them or me and he
got his .410 and shot one! He told me about it, but didn't produce a
carcass for me to see. From then on, he had to bring me a squirrel tail to
prove he was doing the deed. I nailed them to the railing on the deck, the
one they used to romp on. Blessed peace reigned for a long time. Then,
when I started to see them again, and they taunted me every time I tried to
shoo them off the deck, I got me a slingshot. I got pretty good with it.
The little devils became aware of the yellow strap of the slingshot and
would run away as soon as they saw it. Now, peace is reigning again and
this time it has lasted for several years. I still see some, in the trees
where they belong, but nary a one has dared to approach my house or my deck.
if they do, well, I know what to do.

Gloria


I'm with you there, Gloria. I used to have a good wrist rocket and I use
glass marbles. I am quite a shot. My wrist rocket has gone missing
(after children resembling grandkids were here, so another one is in
need of Granny Maddie......they fear me when they see me. No yellow but
the sound of the door opening used to strike fear into their little
fluffy nutter hearts. I've discovered black walnut trees in the PATHS
now because they're too lazy to plant the nuts into the raised beds of
loose, rich soils. They come down the Pawlonia tree and taunt me as
they raid the bird buffet that they used to be banned from. So beware, I
am going to the Fart of Wall (Wall Fart) and purchasing a wrist rocket
and my bag of marbles and I hit what I aim's at, thank you very much.
Nothing like a glass marble careening towards you at full velocity! I
always hit the ass I aim at, and have cracked a few heads with the
marbles too! LOL Discovered a little nasty secret about Sugar
recently. She adores to kill squirrels and caught her shaking one she'd
gotten when it tried to divert her and go around the back of the tree.
She was out flanking it and was waiting for it when it went around the
back. Saw her come out the backside of a good sized hackberry tree with
a fluffy tailed nutter in her mouth and she shook it until she broke
it's back, then brought it to me and I told her good dawg and petted
her. tossed it into the bendejo's woods over the nine foot chain link
fence with the razor barbwire tops for the turkey vultures or coyote to
find (they will, in no time) or even the raccoons. I just wish they ate
Vinca Major!! LOL

madgardener up on the ridge where we desperately need RAIN, back in
Faerie Holler, overlooking English Mountain in Eastern Tennessee, zone
7, Sunset zone 36 where we're in a red burning warning right now, the
lightening bugs are three weeks EARLY, the hummingbirds are five weeks
EARLY, and I ain't planted my squash seeds in the containers yet.......