The squirrels were back. They really seemed to enjoy gnawing through the screen of Violetta’s kitchen window and giving her a fright, actually. The thing was, she didn’t really know how to get rid of them.
A squirrel had gnawed through it once previously, and once she had chased him out of the house, because houses are for people, and occasionally dogs, she had put in a new screen. Apparently, metal mesh was yummy, and Mr. Squirrel was back for Round 2.
Now, it felt personal. The squirrel chattered endlessly, and sometimes Violetta thought she could hear more than one squirrel back there, yammering away. It was the dead of winter, and the gnawed-away screen was letting cold air into the house too, which was beyond frustrating. The heat was expensive enough already. Still, Violetta felt a bit sorry for the poor squirrels sometimes. It was cold, after all.
Pity wouldn’t help her to relocate the furry menaces though. Violetta plotted the demise of the squirrels quietly. Their beady little eyes seemed just a bit too knowing.