tonight I declared all-out war on the squirrels. A holy war. A jihad rodentia. Me, an Xacto blade, a flat-head screwdriver and a can of Raid. I may not make it, but damned if I won't take a few with me.
(I) would gleefully poison the little bastards if I didn't think they would die and rot in my walls just to spite me. Three hours of sleep from continuous squirrel races is a good way to make me b(u)y an uzi.
Anon is nefariously wringing his hands, whispering to himself about the death of Sciurus caroliniensis. Oh may they feel the pain he has.
-Anon
You could borrow dad's BB gun. Just saying.
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