My mother was like your mother. She was unhappy with all the squirrles.
One day I was visiting her, walked by the bathroom and happened to push the door open. There she was - one foot on the toilet seat, a long gun out the window and shooting her 22. I said, “what are you doing?” She replied with a look of distain, “What the heck does it look like I’m doing? These damn squirrels.”
I replied, “OMG do you ever hit them?”
Freepers, turn away if you are sensitive and don’t want to be triggered.
Her reply: “33 in the past year”
My reply: All of them?
Her reply: No, not all of them. There is one I don’t shoot at. He has the very short tail”
I love it! We both come from good stock. :)
My Grandma Anita (Mom’s Mother) would’ve been shooting out the bathroom window, too!
She could feed ALL of us on whatever Grandpa ‘dragged home that day’ and a few boiled potatoes.
And her homemade BREAD? OMG! To DIE for!
Any leftovers, and there were FEW, were used to bait squirrels... ;)