A couple days ago, my husband helped me take down bird houses, and get them ready for the new prospective families. I noticed red wasps around the door of one on a tree. I got some spray cleaner and sprayed them to chase them away so I could make sure they were not building in the house, then I tapped the house with a golf club to see if any more were laying in ambush for me. A flying squirrel flew out of it and ran up the tree a couple of feet and looked questioningly at me. I felt so bad for her. I decided if she could room with wasps, who was I to interfere? I went away and she returned to her little home.
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You're such a softie... I love you.
yea, dad said that squirl came out blinkin wildly cause you got him in the eyes with that spray...hahaha
Actually, she came out wildly, because I was tapping on her house with the golf club. I'm sure the spray didn't do her any good.
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