Things HAD been quiet with the squirrels. Hubby throws out the occasional stale bread and they munch away, leaving the feeders and suet basket be.

However, hubby recently made the error of storing the extra suet blocks in the carport. On the floor no less. Like that is saying "here squireley, squirrely".

Needless to say, they heard the call. Within days most of the blocks had been ripped to shreads. Plastic containers with teeth marks all over and hardly a sign of anything yummy left. Just imagine a squirrel licking the plate. Wouldn't that make a great picture?

I suppose if I really wanted to PROVE it was squirrels I could get DNA evidence off the slobber, but I won't. I'm quite sure it was squirrels.