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So I live in a pretty urban area. There's my building, there's about 6 foot of bark with a few (in someones opinion, I am guessing) tastefully positioned shrubs, a fence, a sidewalk, a moderately trafficked street, and the back side of a strip mall viewable from my front window. Off to the side, just visible from the toilet if you leave the bathroom door open is the front window of a drugstore (I believe I have posted regarding my ability to micturate while watching people shop previously). The back window stares a few foot across at the corresponding window of another apartment, just so no one assumes there is nature on one of the non-front sides of the building. This is possibly the most Non nature oriented place I have ever stayed for more than 3 days.
So, this morning, I happen to look out the window. And I notice a squirrel staring back at me, from the top of a fence post. This is an instant double win. I love nature, particularly as embodied by its living animal critters. Plus I extra love squirrels. I was so excited I called my SO over, and pointed out the window at it, quiet like so as not to scare him off. He was only a few feet from the window. She looked and looked, and then when she realized I was pointing at the squirrel, gave me the "your kinda special, aincha" look and said "that's neat".
He stayed for a few moments more, before leaping across to a different fence, which in human terms would be like me jumping across a 2 lane street in one leap, then running away and disappearing. I mused about how cool it was, and stated my need to buy peanuts so as to lure him back more often. I had established a grand plan in my mind, involving setting food on fence posts ever closer to my door, until I eventually befriended him and he gave me one of his infant squirrel babies to raise as my own.
Then I step outside to survey the situation, and I realise that about 5 minutes before he showed up, I had set my kitchen trash outside. We only make enough to take out trash maybe once a week, and then mainly only because it gets to smelling pretty foul. Which it had, so I tied it off and set it outside while I went to get pants. Mr Squirrel had ripped open the bottom of the bag, and what had brought him to us was the pit of an Avocado.
I am rethinking my plan. I still want his little squirrel baby to raise, but I do not want trash strewn about my 6x6 "yard".
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