"madgardener" wrote in message
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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

Our Vanessa keeps the squirrels and racoons out of our back yard also.
She does the same to the squirrels as Sugar.
The racoons don't want to tangle with her after she got one of the
babies spring of 06.

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Travis in Shoreline Washington