I was out watering the garden this morning, taking advantage of the relative coolness before 100 degree temps drive me inside for the rest of the day. It was peaceful and lovely, and I was enjoying it…until suddenly…..I saw a squirrel run up to Grandma’s apple tree.
“Surely not.” I thought to myself. “Surely that squirrel is not going to run up that tree while I’m standing here watching it!”
And it started munching on an apple. Resourceful guardian that I am, I aimed a forceful spray of water at that oversized rodent and sprayed it right out of the tree.
VICTORY!!!! Feeling smug and triumphant, I gave a little laugh and thought…next time, Squirrel…it’ll be a gun I aim at you, not a water hose.
Guess what that squirrel did next. It ran over to the peach tree…that was even NEARER to me than the apple tree…and ran right up in the branches.
This, my friends, meant war.
I went over and turned the water up all the way and shot a powerful stream of water right into the branches. Pesky (I’ve named him that) just ran to another branch, and then sat and looked at me, till I shot him with another spray of water. After repeating that several times, he grabbed a peach and ran off into the woods.
Defeat. Utter defeat. He’s probably out there right now enjoying another of my tomatoes.
And I know that I’m not going to shoot him with a gun. Never name someone you plan to shoot.
I guess we can share our peaches. For now.