I put the squirrels to better use. I go squirrel fishing.”
Al gave me a curious look. “You can’t shoot them in the city limits, can you?”
“Of course not. I fish for them.”
“What? With a line and hook?”
“A line, no hooks. I use old fishing tackle, tie an ear of corn on a line, cast into the yard, reel it in slowly—keep it just out of reach of the little bastards. I can drive squirrels nuts all day.” I demonstrated, jigging an imaginary fishing rod.
Al shook his head. “Didn’t think you were up to it.”
“What?”
“Outsmarting a rodent.”
I tossed a peanut over the deck rail and watched a squirrel go after it. “I can, on a good day. Besides, the other things that come with it are almost as much fun.”
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