http://www.deadsquirrel.com Official Web site of the Squirrel Defamation League Wed, 07 Jan 2009 12:07:17 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.7 hourly 1 http://www.deadsquirrel.com/testimonials/hatred-of-squirrels/comment-page-1/#comment-340 Ric in Connecticut Tue, 23 Dec 2008 10:01:01 +0000 http://www.deadsquirrel.com/?page_id=144#comment-340 Tim, you gotta be careful with those tree rats, as they can be real nasty and territorial. I had one grey that used to come down my tree, go into my spring tulip garden, and bite off the blooms one by one and just left them on the ground...pure vandalism. One morning I saw him do it and I went out there to chase him out. That little bastard circled around me and took a chunk out of my ankle. I wasn't able to grab it and it got away. I called it "shorty because half his tail was missing. Because we couldn't locate it. I had to go through the rabies shots as a precaution...painfull. The war was on...I set the Hav-a-heart trap and one by one I was catching sqirrels, but not "Shorty". I caught 6 over the next few weeks, and relocated them far away. One morning the trap was sprung...and there sat the little scumbag with his short tail snarlin' at me! Ahh...revenge would be mine. I popped him in the head with my Beeman pellet pistol, dumped his carcass out on the floor, and spent the next 20 minutes trampling him flat as a pancake in my bare feet. That really made my ankle feel a lot better. I dug a shallow hole in my garden and trampled what was left of him into the ground, and buried it. That fall I planted the tulip bulbs right on that spot, and that spring I had the nicest tulips in years. He made great fertilizer too! Tim, you gotta be careful with those tree rats, as they can be real nasty and territorial. I had one grey that used to come down my tree, go into my spring tulip garden, and bite off the blooms one by one and just left them on the ground…pure vandalism. One morning I saw him do it and I went out there to chase him out. That little bastard circled around me and took a chunk out of my ankle. I wasn’t able to grab it and it got away. I called it “shorty because half his tail was missing. Because we couldn’t locate it. I had to go through the rabies shots as a precaution…painfull. The war was on…I set the Hav-a-heart trap and one by one I was catching sqirrels, but not “Shorty”. I caught 6 over the next few weeks, and relocated them far away. One morning the trap was sprung…and there sat the little scumbag with his short tail snarlin’ at me! Ahh…revenge would be mine. I popped him in the head with my Beeman pellet pistol, dumped his carcass out on the floor, and spent the next 20 minutes trampling him flat as a pancake in my bare feet. That really made my ankle feel a lot better. I dug a shallow hole in my garden and trampled what was left of him into the ground, and buried it. That fall I planted the tulip bulbs right on that spot, and that spring I had the nicest tulips in years. He made great fertilizer too!

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