The backyard is bustling like any metropolis. The bees are working in the lavender. The hummingbird hangs out in the tall sage and the squirrels are having their own raging bacchanalia in the walnut tree. Every morning the yard is strewn with shells and branches, like a post frat party yard, beer bottles and plastic cups everywhere. I half expect to see the little marmots prostrate on a branch, beer gut, belching. I have yet to get a walnut of my own from this tree. Oh well.
Meanwhile, the tomatoes are finally blushing. 
And this surprise: an unknown Japanese cucumber had been growing all this time and I never saw it hiding in behind the corn. 
Here’s one of the hairy little pests caught red handed. I can’t even sit in the shade anymore. I got pelted but good last week. 
While I was shooting this photo, the other little pest took a whiz from atop the tree and sprayed me. I got peed on by a squirrel. I hope that isn’t a sign of the day to come. Let’s call it good luck, shall we.
We have to battle the lousy economy, inadequate healthcare and we’re no longer safe in our own backyards…. good grief!
Also, just as a matter of research: What does squirrel pee smell like?
Sorry Modernmaman, I didn’t stop to take a big whiff. One minute I’m shooting photos, the next I’ve been sprinkled on.
I imagine it smells like chicken.
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Let’s do call it luck. As well as a hilarious tale. Thanks for sharing it.