New neighborhood... same rules.

Squirrels are squirrels, no matter what part of the city you're in. I vow to continue my campaign of cleaning up the streets and making the neighborhood safe for children by shooting as many of these motherfuckers as possible.

In my new neighborhood, there appears to be less shit bats than at my previous place. Perhaps I've just been missing them. Perhaps they received a memo from other squirrels to look out for the tall Irish/Polish/Norwegian motherfucker sticking his head out of random windows. Or maybe, just maybe, I'm not alone in this war. Maybe, hopefully, someone else out here cares about their city enough to do what needs to be done, as disturbing as it can be at times.



A word to anyone who views me with disgust for shooting these pieces of shit. Immediately after killing this thing, 2 more came to the scene. This was new to me. I felt fortunate, though, for obvious reasons. Was I going to get 3 in one day? Well, for whatever reason, I decided to observe the enemy for a while instead of shooting them. What I witnessed next was at once both educational and horrific. I saw one of the remaining squirrels attack the lifeless body of his fallen comrade.

Under what code of morality would this be acceptable? None, thats what. These are evil creatures...