Most people like sqiuirrels until they get in their attic or rob their bird feeders.
Well, I probably wouldn’t like those particular squirrels- but I like squirrels in general. There was a story about a monorail conductor at Disney World who refused to run over a squirrel on the track. And if I’m in the park and see a dog sneaking up on a squirrel, I always warn the squirrel. I like squirrels!
Oh my! The memory that brings! Years ago mountain boomers chewed into our attic and down through the celing. I got up one morning to find one sitting on the VCR in the living room. My husband opened the front door and tried to shoo him out, but instead, he ran toward me standing there in my long bath robe. I think he couldn’t figure out why this “tree” was jumping up and down.