July has been wet, hot and muggy in the Northwoods.
Which is perfect weather for wild mushrooms to start sprouting up everywhere in our yard.
Big ones, small ones, fat ones…. well, you get the idea.
Considering that we do not own a dog any longer, and we do not have little
ankle-biters kids running around, I find it quite odd when I walk out of the house and see dozens of mushrooms tipped over, smashed or ripped apart.
Oh, well, that would explain it then.
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*LOL* I guess that DOES explain the mangled mushrooms. I further guess that the live squirrel means that the mushrooms would have been ok for eating…if they didn’t have little squirrel bite marks all over them. :O)
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Ya know, I thought the same thing about the edible factor, but decided against it 🙂
Hmmmmmm…. bet it’d be fun watching them wreak havoc on your shroomies 🙂
They’re just little brats that like to make a mess 😉
lol Those squirrels are nuttier than squirrel shit! Thanks for sharing
My sentiments exactly!
got ya lil squirrel.. 😉