~10am I look out the window and one of these fuzzy tails is raiding the bird feeder. Opened the window, grabbed the Crosman Quest .177, put in a crosman premier pellet,looked through the scope, aim, squeezed the trigger....boom.. it fell off the tree... but.. WTH!!!!
As I rub my eyes in disbelief it starts to crawl around it's two front feet with the back dragging behind. Goes for about 5-8 and stops cold. meanwhile I have put in another pellet and cocked the rifle just in case. I waited a minute. no movement. Put the gun on the side and go to the yard to dispose of it before the nosy neighbors start peeking... Now. I don't like grabbing them so I first go to the shed to get the shovel to pick it up. by the time I get the shovel and go to the spot, he's disappeared into the bushes.. I tell myself.. crap, what do I do now.. the damn thing is crawling toward the neighbors house (pretty fast I should mention), I don't have my rifle and by the time I get it, it would be gone. crap! I can NOT have a two legged squirrel crawling around neighbor's yard looking like a lizard.
So i'm thinking... what do I do?... well... looked deep into the the primal parts of the brain and imagined what our rifleless-cave occupying forefathers would have done, if they had a shovel..and.. well.. not wanting to be too graphic I'll end by saying that it didn't make it to the neighbors house.
lesson of the story?
be damn glad I don't have mammoths raiding the bird feeders
