I was so happy to see the box yesterday.
Opening it, carefully setting all the contents on the table. I admired it’s shiny finish.
It didn’t hold as much as I’m used to, but it would be worth it, I hoped.
I carefully hung it up, hoping that it’s contents would be enjoyed by those that truly deserved it.
Alas, darkness was approaching, so I would have to wait until the next day to admire the many feathered guests that would visit.
Arriving home from work today, I expectantly looked up at the tree… and saw nothing.
The Squirrel Buster was gone. W T F!
There it lay, on the ground, it’s contents scavenged by invaders.
How the hell did they get that thing off the hook?
Clearly, I am dealing with a whole new gang in the neighborhood.
And they are not playing nice.