Radio Guy
Well-Known Member
Several months back I was finding small droppings on top of my battery and would vacuum it out only to find more the next week. I set mouse traps and would find them tripped but no payoff. One day I started to open my hood and heard rustling inside so I fetched my .25 cal pellet gun.
I opened my hood slowly and was face to face with Mr. Squirrel. He ran around the engine compartment and ran down a front shock then stopped and looked back at me where I was able to dispatch him at point blank range. I must admit that was very satisfying and even though he dead I wanted to shoot him again.
I opened my hood slowly and was face to face with Mr. Squirrel. He ran around the engine compartment and ran down a front shock then stopped and looked back at me where I was able to dispatch him at point blank range. I must admit that was very satisfying and even though he dead I wanted to shoot him again.
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