My little peat pots of seed starts, out on the deck, kept getting knocked over. I cursed the squirrels silently, and righted them.
Today, hearing a small peaty “Thud!” I rushed out, and discovered–one of those jaunty-butted Carolina wrens, blithely knocking crap over right and left. It flipped its tail at me and fluttered off.
So, I would like to issue a public apology to the squirrels. Only for this, mind you–you little fuzzy buggers are STILL guilty of eating my bird feeder and carrying off the other bird feeder and dismantling the OTHER bird feeder and ripping holes in the other OTHER bird feeder, but you weren’t the ones knocking over my seedlings. So I’m sorry that I thought dark and vile thoughts about you for that.
All the other dark and vile thoughts, however, were richly deserved, especially the one with the cuttlefish and the flamethrower, and I regret nothing.
