2001-01-29
Dear Diary:

����So you know that victory I recently declared in The Great Grey Squirrel War of 2001?

����Well, I might have been a tad premature, eh.

����Paul and I were at Chuck and Terry's Super Bowl party last night, a big potluck dinner almost everyone in our little village attends. (And from the number of times I've talked about football here in my diary--um, let's see, that would be zero times--you all know what a rabid football fan I am.)

����NOT

����I was there for the folks and food, but the TV was in my line of vision from where I was eating and talking to some friends. Then this ad came on and my blood ran cold. Go ahead, take your time, watch the ad. I'll just go get a cup of tea.

����So, uh, recognize anyone?

����Yep, grey squirrels.

����Here's what I'm thinking. There hasn't been much squirrel activity at our feeders lately because most of them have been off in Hollywood making a commercial.

����Oh yeah, now they've become big shot Hollywood stars and can't be bothered with the simple country life. Suddenly our birdfeeders aren't good enough for these hotshots.

����Fine.

����Once they get done spending their money on trendy sunglasses, Amaretto (a liqueur made with almonds), macadamia nuts, and fast times down there in L.A., they'll quickly learn who their REAL friends are and slink back to the boonies with their fluffy tails between their legs.

����It's all just a matter of time, as I see it, all just a matter of time.

����So we're re-upping our vigilance, and starting to consider alternative battle plans to deal with this new contingency.

����There will be further bulletins as events progress.

--Marn

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