Life in Texas
A-ha!
A squirrel-control device by the back door.

Taking aim . . . (notice that I hadn't shaven this morning)

Supper!

Yeah, like I shot a squirrel . . . . or a firearm for that matter.
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7 Comments:
Ewww. No squirrel stew for me. Are you going native?
You scared me for a moment. I thought we weren't gonna be able to be friends anymore. phew!
*hee hee* Still laughing about this one... :)
Ate squirrel until I baked it whole and when I took the lid off the pan...it look like the squirrel was...praying. Never eaten one since!
taste like oily chicken
Can you get a raccoon control version of those things?
Any squirrel that eats all my avocadoes deserves killin. I'd probably end up shooting the neighbor or something.
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