Squirrels were a pestilence back in Dover, raiding our garden and devouring the crown molding in our barn, in addition to some damage to the house itself.
While deer are a problem here, we haven’t had squirrels.
But the other day, I looked up from my keyboard and saw a small red squirrel scampering across our brush pile.
A few minutes later, my wife, working in another room, called out to say she’d seen a squirrel.
“A red one?”
Yep.
They’re worse than the grays we had, in the opinion of many.
So far, at least, it hasn’t been back.
Cross our fingers. We really no longer see them as cute.
Jnana's Red Barn 