While my husband is out of town, he stored the bird food outside in plastic bins to make it easier for me to feed the birds. A squirrel has–uh oh!–taken an interest in them. to keep the snow off, I have them covered with a drop cloth, which is held down by paint cans. The drop cloth is now full of holes the size of squirrel claws and teeth. He hasn’t started chewing on the bins yet that I’ve seen, but it won’t be long. I’m going to have to find somewhere else to store them.

There’s plenty of bird seed on the ground that he could eat, but … he’s a squirrel. The best I might call him is “scoundrel.” The worst is unprintable.