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I have been reading you past two columns about sqirrels with great empathy - until the last sentences. You bought them peanuts! They are classified as tree rats in my book and I am doing everything possible in my war against them that is available to me short of death. They live in my living room wall all winter and have their babies in there. I get to listen to them grow up, lucky me. When you wrote about you and your dog runnng outside and waving arms and yelling at them I really got a chuckle. Except with me, it's my cat, who they torture endlessly since they figured out he can't go outside. I have bought pepper, habanero sauce and coyote piss in my pursuits of getting rid of the varmits. All to no avail. I had my brother come over with thick pieces of wood and a screw gun but the little rats chewed through the wood to get in their nest. I have not quit though, which you apparently have done. I am disappointed in you, after your first column I thought I had found a writer-soul mate. Well, you enjoy your squirrels, especilly when they start eating everything in your back yard - including wiring, insulation and roofing. Watch out, here comes a pine cone!