About my Beware The Squirrel weblog

(Bio kindly supplied by my pal Bruce Macintosh – It stays certainly one of my favorite bios ever, and I hope to make use of it in a ebook sometime.)

“Deborah Ohi was born in 1837 in an underground metropolis based by a tribe of misplaced Japanese-Welsh seafarers on the positioning that now holds Toronto. She was raised from start to be the champion of her folks of their wrestle towards the Nice Squirrel Queen, however misplaced most of her recollections in 1972 in a mysterious asparagus accident and therefore has no concept why squirrels proceed to infiltrate her partitions, or why nuts glow in her presence. She is a gifted illustrator, and might metabolize a number of sorts of bark. She lives in Toronto together with her husband Jeff.”

For more information about Debbie and her tasks, please see DebbieOhi.com.

My love-hate relationship with squirrels started again in my first 12 months Biology course on the College of Toronto, once I was researching the foraging habits of the black squirrels in Queen’s Park. Unaware of the hazards, I ventured in with my pocket book and a bag of peanuts. Inside minutes, I ended up fleeing, with a crazed squirrel clinging to my leg and the Black Horde in pursuit, my peanuts scattered. 

Quick ahead to my first gardening efforts in our new home, when the squirrels would wait till I had nurtured and transplanted younger vegetable and herb seedlings exterior, then (chortling with mirth, I’m certain) would rip them out and toss them apart. Squirrels invade my basement workplace, clear out our birdfeeder, chew the heads off tulips, trigger energy blackouts in our neighbourhood. The battle is ongoing.

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