Those pesky waskels! I used to feed some squirrels on my fence in California. If I ran out of peanuts, they would stare at me through the patio door until I went to the store specifically to buy them unsalted peanuts.
They do train us well!
One of hubby’s little buddies would get on top of the window AC unit and stare at him till he went out and fed him pecans.
Hubby would crack them in the garage and the squirrel would watch him and wait.
Hubby would sit down in his folding chair and the squirrel would climb up his leg and into his lap to get the pecans.