#12

OK, so this isn't the exact squirrel that I marked this morning, but its a pic of its relative. I don't mean for my blog to become a library of dead shit-rats, but hey, its a war. I stalked this prick out of my window from the moment I woke up this morning. I'm still using my old gun, but hey. As Rumsfeld said(in his infinite knowledge) 'You go to war with the army that you have, not the army that you want'.

These little bastards are MEAN! They're QUICK! NASTY! They will KILL you're children. Much worse than the hated, dirty standard-ass grey squirrels. We, as humans, need to come together to take as many of these out as possible.

Anyway, the yard is clear of vermin, again, for the time being.

It takes a village to smoke some squirrels!

This is #11.

At this point in the year, it had been so long since I've seen a shit-rat in my yard that, well, I guess I had started to wonder where they all went. I see them everywhere else... just not in my yard. I guess you could say that in a strange way that I don't understand, I even started to miss them.

Then came Squeaky. I think I'll call him that since I heard him doing that annoying shit-rat squeak. I believe he is the one terrorizing my neighbors roof. WAS the one, that is. I saw him crossing from their yard, and had just enough time to lock and load.



I will take this time to pay some respect to Squeaky... he was a tough son o' bitch. The first shot hit the mark, and he scrambled into the tree, obviously facing the end. I don't want to torture squirrels, nor do I want them to suffer... I just want them to die. That being the case, I went to reload to finish him off. This fucker did not go down quietly it took 5 MORE SHOTS to finish him. Props, Squeaky. Next time, you're brethren may be looking down the barrel of this smoke-wagon.

What happens at Fusebox...

Stays at Fusebox.

And on the internet.

Backyard Terrorists.

I've effectively won the battle against the squirrels in my backard.  I haven't seen one for some time now, and I'm getting itchy.

The photos above are the same.  At first glance, one would probably not notice the problem in the wider of the two photos.  These fuckin garden-munchers have extremely good camoflauge.  They are also patient and can sit extremely still for long periods of time causing people to look right past them.  But their strength may be their weakness, because if I ever catch them eating my neighbors garden goods, I'm going to take extra time and extra careful aim and eliminate the problem.

As of yet, they haven't given me any reason to do them in.  But I am a good neighbor.  I will be watching. 

Burningman '08

We got back from Burningman a couple nights ago after an epic 41 hours in Judd's Excursion.  Not so sure that I'm gonna do the driving thing from Minneapolis again... though it does make packing easier.  We had another successful year, and it seems as though it gets easier every time.  Excellent friends, perfect weather(almost), great neighbors... it would be hard to ask for more.

I've read somewhere that trying to describe Burningman to someone who hasn't been there is like trying to describe the color blue to someone who has been blind their whole life.  I can say from my own experiences after 4 years at the event, this is true.  I've been asked the same questions SO many times("what is it?", "what do you do there"), and heard the same misconceptions("its a bunch of hippies and trippers", "there are drugs everywhere")... I've just kind of given up trying to explain it to anyone.  I took a bunch of photos.  Heres a few of them instead.

Burningman '08, more photos