That'll show them!

As you know, my mother lives with me and my husband in our little 3 bedroom dormer cape. She basically takes care of everything around the house - including - and possibly most importantly - our garden. We have a small flower garden in the front of the house with beautiful gerber daisies. Recently, the daisies' flowers get "chewed off" somehow. My mother insisted that they were snipped with scissors. I told her that no one would do that. So, she set out to find the source of the snipped flowers.

Setting up shop at the front window, my mom saw a wretched little squirrel clinging on to the daisy and furiously ripping the flower off. Never one to sit by the sidelines, she opened the front door, grabbed one of her stash of rocks, and flung it at the squirrel, effectively scaring it away for the time being.

Later on that night while I'm outside stretching after a run, my Mom recounts the tale of catching the squirrel red-handed.

"If only I could get a hold of one of those creatures, I'd tear it apart limb-to-limb."

"Mom, that's kind of drastic - you wouldn't do that."

"Of course I would! Just like a man that lived in our village. The birds were always eating the grapes right off the grape vine. One day he caught one. Ripped it apart. And left it there. When asked why he left the mangled bird there, he answered 'to show the other birds what could happen to them if they eat the grapes'."

"MOM!! That's so gross!!"

"Well, it would definitely show them."


Haha - so I guess now I have to be on the lookout for mutilated squirrels in the garden.