In a fit of rage over squirrel damage, you call your husband at work to tell him how he must come home and kill all squirrels. And you further rant that you are going to nail their dead, lifeless bodies to the fence as a warning to all the evil creatures. I need help people. I’m in a downward spiral.
I’m sad to say that I recovered from my rage in enough time to urge the husband to buy a humane trap instead of a bb gun. Here is what I get for my effort at civility:
It’s really too bad that the moniker of Rat Bastard has already been taken on this blog. Never fear, I will find an appropriately descriptive and derogatory name for the squirrel.