Now, I don't know how anyone can look at this squirrel and want to take her away from the life that she has become accustomed to, but somehow my dad has become obsessed with ridding the yard of the many hundreds of squirrels that scamper across it.
It involves squirrel traps and baiting them just right so the squirrels go all the way inside. Then he drives them out to the country to release them.
Now I admit that the squirrels are sort of out of control, but I want to capture one and dress it in a suit and ascot so Mrs Squirrel can remarry and resume some semblance of a normal family life.
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