lol,
your thread reminded me of some squirrel tales from the beach.

There is a campsite on the coast of california
called Big Sycamore Canyon campgrounds. There are hundreds of squirrels on the premises....they are pretty harmless but if you feed them....LOOK OUT!

Once they climbed up into the chassis of my dad's Blazer and chewed thru the wiring, thank god dad was handy with his hands!! He fixed the problem in no time at all.

During another trip a troop of college kids pulled up at the next site. While the counselors went to
get some supplies the kids began to 'play with' the squirrels by tying a paper bag to a fishing pole. When the squirrels would climb into the bag they'd flip the bag up with the pole and send the
squirrels flying....after a few 'evil eyes' they
decided to go swimming......the group had a pulled a trailer to the site, in the trailer were their cooking supplies, food stuffs and other crap...

after the kids left, about 20 squirrels took their
revenge on all the bread in that trailer...i sat back and watched the show!!!! the absolute best part was the look on the kids faces when they got back....the squirrels thrashed about 35 dollars worth of bread, crackers and cookies...... priceless!

on the same trip i took a walk down to the beach with the girlfriend. i left dad behind with a sandwich, chips and a drink...

as i approached the site on the way back i noticed that dad had fallen asleep with his food in his lap....there were squirrels all over the table, on the chairs, under his chair (eating the spilled chips), one was in the process of climbing his leg to get to the sandwich...as i got closer i yelled his name, as he opened his eyes the look on his face changed to
disbelief as he watched his lunch guests scatter!

that is one of the fondest memories of my dad....the day he took lunch with his squirrel friends!