Attending to the Occasional Squirrel

It's a beautiful day for a picnic in the park. And by "beautiful day", I mean "day where I'm forced to watch a squirrel steal my snacks."

As I sit on my blanket, I'm surrounded by the soothing sounds of chirping birds and rustling leaves. But my focus is on the squirrel, who is taunting me with his very presence.

The Squirrely Scheme Why Cant I Just Have Squirrel Bread of My Own?