I doubt anyone is afraid of you, you just need: 1. your ass kicked to teach you not to be such a dork, and 2. to get laid so you won't feel like such a dork.

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Boy, did we ever bounce off the guard rail and head in a different direction!

Nutty squirrel, chewing on the elderly and too young to run? And a bucket-weilding do-gooder getting fed up w/the feds? Surprised? NOT!

These days, you need a road-map to figure out whether you can wipe your @$$ when it comes to dealing w/anything regarding a government entity. No wonder the bucket-guy left.

A few years back I was told by an Animal-Control Officer (ACO) to shoot a dog that was attacking other dogs in our neighborhood. So, I went out and blasted the beast...he staggered off into the nearby cornfield. Because this "mutt" was the size of a small bus, I decided NOT to follow him into the maze (pardon the pun :D ). But I was sure he wasn't going to see the next day...too much blood. ANYWAYS, about a half hour later, I answered my door and two of the county's finest were standing in the doorway blocking the sunlight.

A voice in the darkness spoke..."You got a shotgun, son?"

A: "Yep. Just used it on a stray dog."

Q: "Where did you get the idea that you could shoot a dog?"

A: "The ACO, Mr. Kron*******. He told me to do it no more than an hour ago."

Both officers looked at each other, noting that if ANYONE could pronounce the ACO's name without tripping over their tongue, wasn't BS'ing them. Anyhow, they asked me to bring the shotgun to the door and they then confirmed that; #1.) I had recently fired the weapon; #2.) I had, in fact, inflicted a mortal wound on an animal and more importantly, #3.) I did, indeed, talk w/and receive permission to shoot said animal.

Did we ever see the dog again? Nope. But we knew he was in the neighborhood. The smell of his rotting corpse was sign that he was maggot-chow. And for all you EcoFreaks out there...he returned to the dust from whence he came...the farmer plowed his remains under following the fall harvest that year.

THE MORAL: First; Call the RIGHT DEPARTMENT; Second, shoot; Third, kiss @$$ later. The results are: The job gets done, nobody is hurt and the paperwork can always be completed later! :D

And nobody's "nuts" are roasted!

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I just still can't wrap my brain around a bunch of people being held hostage by a squirrel. If they can't solve their own problems (read: bang) makes me want to get rid of the people so the squirrel could live peacably.

Here's what really happened:
A girl squirrel came along and said to the boy squirrel, "Show me your nuts."

That's just nutty, Ray.:D