Nothing before my second marriage prepared me for the ongoing struggle with squirrels. From the time we discovered they were living in our house – in the walls – and then their stench, before their attacks on the barn or destruction of bird feeders and on to their ravages on the garden and more, it’s been a battle.
Cute, you say?
There’s much more. As the helpful book says, Know Your Enemy.
The poems in Rat-Tat Oscar both admire the squirrel’s amazing skills and adaptability while reflecting on ways the poet, too, is their kin and big-time opponent. If they’d only stay in their trees!
At least, as far as I know, I don’t have a furry tail …
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