Bittersweet

Its a dangerous business, messing with squirrels. One minute I think I'm safe then another theres one of those forsaken creatures on my porch again, up to something terrible as usual. Some days-most days I just have to do my duty and make it pay but other days....the worst days I wonder how I can ever go on with this quest to save the world from these wicked creatures. Then I remember all the babies and children and little infants and the youngsters and toddlers and kids and how bad squirrels taste and I say "this is why I'm here." This picture is another reason why I get up in the morning, it spins.