I woke up really early this morning so I have just been looking for things to fill my time.... thought I'd pop in here a spell.... and admit that I turned a squirrel into a carnivore when I was 5.
I used to stuff my hotdogs into a hole in the apple tree in the backyard. I did this with increasing frequency since the squirrel seemed to enjoy his little offerings. (Far more so than the garden snake who didn't really like it when I decided he was thirsty.... don't even ask....I'kll just tell you that I have a history with those dixie cups...) I don't think my Mom clued in to the goings on until the squirrel started gaining copious amounts of fatty tissue as the summer progressed. I think it weighed in at about the same my cat did by the time September rolled around. He couldn't even jump across the branches of the tree anymore.
So anyways, just thought I'd tell you that it's my fault if squirrels start attacking farm animals or summer picnics. I take full responsibility. Good time for the warning since BBQ season is just around the corner...