After we cleared out the wasp's nest under my porch rocker, I noticed that the red toile tablecloth on the little table on the porch was all in disarray. I keep an arrangement of fresh daisies in a zinc milk bottle carrier there. The edges of the tablecloth were bunched up over the top of the table.
I thanked Bruce for spraying under the table for wasps, but he hadn't. I chalked it up to the wind and yucky weather and fixed it pretty again.
We have some skinny little windows overlooking the porch that you see as you walk down the stairs. I couldn't bear to replace them when we did all the other, more conventional windows. Last night, Bruce was ahead of me as we walked down. Looking those long, skinny windows, he said, "Look at THAT."
A squirrel was trying to pull my tablecloth off and take it with him! He's the culprit who has been messing up my carefully staged front-porch table. The daisy arrangement was heavy enough that he couldn't pull it off completely.
Bruce shooed him away. I put some cashews on the table, thinking to distract him. Here, take some nuts and stop ripping holes in the tablecloth. We went to the gym.
I feel like my front porch is embracing all nature or something...bird nests, wasps, and now a squirrel. I have an immigration problem right on my doormat. Hey, go to some vacant house and knock yourself out...poop, make a nest, make honey, sting passersby...do what you do. Do you really need to be right here at 256?
When we came back, he had tried to get that tablecloth again! He must be a temperamental decorator squirrel trying to line his nest and appreciates toile. Perhaps he is a lifestyle blogger squirrel. He's tenacious, I'll give him that.
He left the cashews. I feel stupid about that. "Hey lady, I spit upon your cashews. Give up the tablecloth!"