Squirrels
Two things I now know: 1) Do not feed squirrels 2) Squirrels are damn smart. My neighbors apparently did not know these two facts. When they weren't throwing plates at each other or jumping from our third-story fire-escape to tackle people on the sidewalk - they were feeding the squirrels. Now that they have moved away, the squirrels are pissed ... and hungry.
As I looked out my window, I noticed a squirrel on my ledge sniffing around for food. A bit grossed out, I pounded my fist against the window pane to scare the squirrel away. Shocked, it bounded onto the fire-escape, sat there looking at me, gave me the evil eye, and leapt into the nearby tree. The next time I looked over at my window - there were two squirrels sitting there. Just sitting there. Very attentive. Looking straight in at me. I had the impression that they had been watching me for quite some time. Ready to knock on the glass again, I got out of my chair and approached the window. However, the squirrels beat me to it. They sprung up, pressed their front paws against the window pane, and began pounding from the outside with their little fists. Squirrel One had apparently taught my technique to his little friend. Their intelligence frightened me. I looked away in defeat and backed out of the room.
This episode made me think back to my first visit to Stuyvesant Town (aka: Scary Squirrel World) with N. As we wound our way through the walkways, we noticed more and more squirrels following us until they had surrounded us with their little army. Luckily, they spotted a better target further down the path - a small boy playing a bit too far away from his mother. The squirrels completely surrounded him - inching closer and closer, and N. and I were convinced they would just lift the small boy into the air and carry him off. Luckily, he was armed with a small bag of peanuts and was able to bribe his way back to his mother.
As I looked out my window, I noticed a squirrel on my ledge sniffing around for food. A bit grossed out, I pounded my fist against the window pane to scare the squirrel away. Shocked, it bounded onto the fire-escape, sat there looking at me, gave me the evil eye, and leapt into the nearby tree. The next time I looked over at my window - there were two squirrels sitting there. Just sitting there. Very attentive. Looking straight in at me. I had the impression that they had been watching me for quite some time. Ready to knock on the glass again, I got out of my chair and approached the window. However, the squirrels beat me to it. They sprung up, pressed their front paws against the window pane, and began pounding from the outside with their little fists. Squirrel One had apparently taught my technique to his little friend. Their intelligence frightened me. I looked away in defeat and backed out of the room.
This episode made me think back to my first visit to Stuyvesant Town (aka: Scary Squirrel World) with N. As we wound our way through the walkways, we noticed more and more squirrels following us until they had surrounded us with their little army. Luckily, they spotted a better target further down the path - a small boy playing a bit too far away from his mother. The squirrels completely surrounded him - inching closer and closer, and N. and I were convinced they would just lift the small boy into the air and carry him off. Luckily, he was armed with a small bag of peanuts and was able to bribe his way back to his mother.
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