For some unknown reason, Roscoe has decided to wage a war against any squirrels that come into the back yard. I think this may have been his agenda since we moved here last year. They taunted him, he went searching for their secret stashes, inspecting areas where they might have hidden things. He's chased them when they've invaded the borders of the back yard, even got me to participate in a plan to scare them off with the old Airsoft gun. Sanctions were working. Searches revealed no stashes. And yet Thursday, something changed...
He's got an interesting method of killing them. There's no blood, and they really do look like they're asleep. I could tell he had licked them (he does this with all of his toys) and when he does that, it's only a matter of time before he figures out how to open up the damn thing.
So yeah. He seems to enjoy this. I'm not sure what to make of it. More pictures, if you care.
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