Squirrelly

Are you ready for the Squirrelpocalpse? Do you know the dangers of suburban gardening? It's one neighborhood against nature's furry Robin Hoods in this tale of rodenticide and remorse.

Excerpt from Chapter 1 - Tulips and Destruction:

She told me again how beautiful my roses were and then looked me over in a strange way, as if she were sizing up my character or trustworthiness, or something.

Then, apparently satisfied, she leaned in and asked a question in a conspiratorial tone. "So, what kind of rodent... activity do we have around the neighborhood?"

The question took me back a bit. I was under the impression that she was going to proposition me, or ask me where she could buy pot, or something like that. "Rodents? You mean, like..."

She stepped a bit closer. She smelled flowery with a hint of, what was it? Spearmint. Her eyes were big when she looked up into mine. "Rodents." She said slowly, "you know, gophers, rats, mice-"

Her eyes involuntarily moved away from me, scanned my yard, and narrowed. "Squirrels."

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