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I will tell you an epic tale. An epic tale of my father, who decided to try to tame a squirrel.
It started with a rice stick, which he placed on the backyard. The squirrel did come, but then so did the birds, and my father wasn't as fond of the birds as... he was of the squirrel.
So then he got a jar. A jar full of old bread, and left it in the backyard.
This is the end result:
So now the squirrel comes by almost everyday to eat, and currently, he's feeding on our old fruitcake. :) We've yet to actually approach it when he's eating, but he'll let us stare before he scurries off to the fence.
I assume it's a he.
Yes, my dad needs a new hobby.
It started with a rice stick, which he placed on the backyard. The squirrel did come, but then so did the birds, and my father wasn't as fond of the birds as... he was of the squirrel.
So then he got a jar. A jar full of old bread, and left it in the backyard.
This is the end result:
So now the squirrel comes by almost everyday to eat, and currently, he's feeding on our old fruitcake. :) We've yet to actually approach it when he's eating, but he'll let us stare before he scurries off to the fence.
I assume it's a he.
Yes, my dad needs a new hobby.