If you want to read a non-joke story about catching wild animals, I suggest Owls in the Family by Farley Mowat. You have my guarantee as a librarian that it is a good book
My father had a "pet" squirrel years ago. I'm unsure how dad came to befriend him, but George would come each morning into the kitchen (dad left the door open for him), jump onto the table or dad's shoulder and eat the peanut butter and crackers he loved so much. If mom and dad were out of town, he'd go next door and "knock" on the back door for his breakfast. Everyone around here knew him and treated him like a friend. This went on for several years until George just stopped coming around. It was a sad day but then later we thought we spotted some of his younguns, so maybe George was actually Georgia after all.
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Ahah! Super joke! I will definitely show your post to my so once back to Europe!
Sounds good!
hahahahahahahahaha! :D silly goose
Goose? - no, no, no... it was a squirrel!
If you want to read a non-joke story about catching wild animals, I suggest Owls in the Family by Farley Mowat. You have my guarantee as a librarian that it is a good book
Sounds good!
Oh you silly billies....Here's another one for you.....How does an elephant hide in a cherry tree?
They paint their toenails red!!!
Q: How can you tell that an elephant is in the bathtub with you?
A: By the smell of peanuts on its breath. :P
lol....cute.
LOL!
My father had a "pet" squirrel years ago. I'm unsure how dad came to befriend him, but George would come each morning into the kitchen (dad left the door open for him), jump onto the table or dad's shoulder and eat the peanut butter and crackers he loved so much. If mom and dad were out of town, he'd go next door and "knock" on the back door for his breakfast. Everyone around here knew him and treated him like a friend. This went on for several years until George just stopped coming around. It was a sad day but then later we thought we spotted some of his younguns, so maybe George was actually Georgia after all.
Our unlce had a "pet" squirrel named Jared once! He was fun too!
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haha, that's a good one :)
Glad you liked it!
Hahahahahahaaaa
Man, I was hoping for the real article.
Trapping em is a pain, cause once you got em, what do you do with em?
I feel I would like a high powered pellet gun for squirrel population thinning.
Maybe next time!
Funny joke! I'm glad you aren't really capturing squirrels. They're good for the environment. ☆☆☆☆☆😎 I follwed you.
Yeah, they help plant trees... though they nibble on everything!
Correct!