I’ve been baking cookies over the last few days (in a frantic attempt to get caught up), and I decided to save the final trimmings from the cut-out cookies to bake and toss outside for the birds.
Yes, I could just throw those last few scraps away, but it just seems so wasteful. So I made cookies for the birds.
Well, and for the squirrels.
I baked the little bits, let them cool, tossed them out the window onto the platform outside my kitchen window, and went back to the next batch of cookies.
I was scraping down the stuff inside my stand mixer when all of a sudden I heard a THWACK!
And here’s what I saw:
Fortunately I had the sense to pick up my cell phone and fortunately the squirrel had the courtesy to freeze in position every now and then.
What the heck was he doing? They don’t usually behave this way. They sit there, cutely nibbling seeds or crusts of bread. They don’t ATTACK THE HOUSE.
But then, I don’t usually give them freshly baked cookies, either…
“Please, ma’am! I want some more!”
But I didn’t have any more. I shook my head regretfully and the squirrel scampered away.
I thought he (or she) had accepted my head-shaking and was okay with that, but apparently not. Because several minutes later I heard another THWACK!
And I looked behind me and saw this:
Um, buddy, I’m sorry, but I really, really don’t have any more cookies for you today.
“Yes you do, lady, I can smell ‘em! Let me in!”
No, those are cookies for my family and my friends. Not for squirrels. Sorry!
The squirrel made a rude gesture and fled.
That was weird. Maybe I shouldn’t
THWACK!
Not again!
But yep. Again.
This time at the kitchen door!
“I know you’re in there, lady! I NEED THOSE COOKIES! And stop taking my picture!”
“Please?”
