Life: Evil bastards......AKA squirrels. We have the bastard variety of squirrel (also known as the Gray Squirrel) that never goes away. I don't think I have ever hated an animal more in my life. Last summer we dealt with them digging in our flowers, which was enough to send me over the edge. Durring the winter they never really went away...but now...now they are back in full force. Waving their little tails around to taunt us. While I could somewhat deal with them digging in my flowers, this time the have gone too far.
Thursday I decided to run some errands around town. No big deal right? Wrong. As I was a mere few blocks from home when I noticed an awful smell. Like someone had lit a thousand Barbies on fire. I accusingly looked around at the other cars while trying to power past the smell. Then I got home...and realized that the smell was my car and that smoke was trickling out of the driver side wheel well.
I popped the hood and quickly realized that there was a squirrels nest inside Otto the Auto.
Some squirrel had made a nest out of PLASTIC bags and they ended up falling onto the transmission!
I had checked under the hood not even a month ago...which means I better start checking a lot more. So now Otto gets to go in for a check up to make sure that those fuzzy little demon spawns haven't chewed through cables...and to clean up the burnt on plastic.
The nest...minus some plastic.
Mmmm burnt on plastic...such a wonderful smell.
Oh and to add insult to injury, they are back to digging in my pots as well as popping the heads off of my poppies.
It seems as though there is an Air Soft gun in my future...