For the first time in my employment at this raw foods company I took a lunch break. Usually I sit at my desk and eat while answering phones. So I came home today round 1:30pm, popped one of last nights burgers in the nuker, got my condiments ready and cut-up some veggies. I put it together, poured a glass of milk and went to it.
Somewhere around my last bite Melissa shouts into the kitchen "baby... there's a real nice squirrel coming down the tree and he's got a nut in his mouth". That means- "GET GUN NOW" to me!!! I hi-tailed it into the bedroom, grabbed my Hunter Elite, cocked it, loaded-up a Meisterkuegeln and headed toward the front door. She was right... there he was a munchin'!
I slowly opened up the door, he looked at me, turned sideways as if to show me his hiney and kept munching on that pecan. Got him in the cross-hairs and PHUT! DROP!
He tried making a scamper for it but I'd already had a second pellet loaded and shot number two put him out of his misery. Melissa came outside after all the action with our cat in her hands. I'd give you our cats name but those kinds of words aren't allowed in here! I moved the squirrel and put it next to the Hunter Elite. Took some pics.
She let "craphead" (synonym)down next to the squirrel... he took a sniff... realized the delicacy before him, picked that sucker up and ran off with him. What was funny was watching him continually trip on the tail as he fled.
Too bad the damn picture came out blurred. Had the cam on the wrong setting.... ticked me off.
