Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Isn’t it funny how things have a way of making you smile?






Today while driving home thinking about work needing to let go I passed the Weinermobile. How can you not smile at that? I ate a hot dag for lunch today. The Milly ate your baby. (With mustard and relish *o* )




Today a customer and I were talking about squirrels in the attic. He said these things are no longer afraid of people because we no longer hunt them. They are taking over Tulsa. I agreed and we began talking about eating them. His wife was grossed out and started taking about how they might taste. We both looked at her shaking our heads because she was wrong about how they taste. City girl. (They are good fried with cream gravy.)




Okies like to fry stuff and put cream gravy on it.

Several days ago a customer was asking my how to keep the squirrels out of her pots. I said shoot um and fry um. She looked unamused. I then started thinking of ways to stop them and enlisted a coworker she said shoot um and eat um. I think the lady was a bit unhappy with us. Still, it smells better than moth balls, unless you leave the dead creature out there to make a point to the others.




My dad had a squirrel that waited until he gathered the pecans in a bucket and stored them in the garage, then the little guy or gal would go shopping. Great time management on the squirrels part. It would go in whenever dad left the door open and help itself. Smart squirrel.

Last Sunday I was driving my son home from church he warned me about a squirrel close to the road. I said you know we use to eat those things. He responded with "Did ya tenderize them with the car?"


To be honest I haven’t eaten a squirrel in years. Once I moved to the woods I fell in love with them because they teased the dog and I didn’t like that dog at all.




That’s right I joined forces with the squirrels. Now I feed them.
Miss Littles just saw the squirrel in the back yard and came running in to tell me. I told her that he has been there before."It’s the first time I have ever seen him o it must be his first time there."

Who am I?
I suppose I don’t count at all.
I’m not the official squirrel spotter.

11 comments:

lmouser said...

Are "squirrels in the attic" kinda like "bats in the belfy"!

I'm ashamed to say I tried eating a squirrel once, and even when chicken fried and smothered in gravy it was gross; each flat little bite seemed to have a Goodyear tire tread on its fur...was I suppose to skin the squirrel first!

Missy said...

You two stop the eating-squirrel-poetry! I'm trying to eat dinner, here. :)

Barbara(aka Layla) said...

Wow...you ate squirrel? Didn't know they could be eaten...but I guess anything can be. LOL. I'm glad you've made friend with them. They can be annoying but are so cute.

laymond said...

If you were raised in Arkansas in the forties and fifties, you have eaten squirrel, believe it or not we used to go to New Port and hunt swamp rabbits, we ate them too.
Just like deer there was a hunting license for squirrel and rabbits, when I was a boy I couldn't wait. Or it may be stated better this way, "when I was a boy I didn't wait"
Not to mention the geese and ducks I shot off the pond, the quail and dove I hunted in the fields. One of my good friends was the game warden's son.

Mark said...

Mmmm, squirrel Quail, Rabbit, all good stuff.
Yo can't keep them out of the pots. There is an old story about squirrel proofing something, that ends with a reminder that all a squirrel thinks about is getting to the food.

And that was a great dog, who you abused.

Mark said...

One other thing, I have a picture of KW and I with your son in front of that weinermobile.

Lynne said...

And would you believe I have never seen a squirrel? When my daughter was in the UK a couple of years ago she text-messaged me back in Sydney because she'd just seen a squirrel in a London park!!

OTOH, I have eaten kangaroo. It's a bit like venison.

laymond said...

I guess it depends a lot on how hungry you are at the time, as how appetizing a food looks to you.
Acts: 10:10: And he became very hungry, and would have eaten: but while they made ready, he fell into a trance,
11: And saw heaven opened, and a certain vessel descending unto him, as it had been a great sheet knit at the four corners, and let down to the earth:
12: Wherein were all manner of fourfooted beasts of the earth, and wild beasts, and creeping things, and fowls of the air.
13: And there came a voice to him, Rise, Peter; kill, and eat.
14: But Peter said, Not so, Lord; for I have never eaten any thing that is common or unclean.
15: And the voice spake unto him again the second time, What God hath cleansed, that call not thou common.
16: This was done thrice: and the vessel was received up again into heaven.

Don’t wait to long, three strikes and you are out. :)

Milly said...

lmouser,
Yes you skin um first.

Missy,
Never had the little critters?


Great Dog! Great dogs don't chew up Russian dolls, pull the button off of your shirts, chew up Bun Bun’s ear and paw, nor do the leave gifts in the dark when you are sneaking into the house at (well never mind you on that one)

That my brother was far from a great dog!


Lynne,
kangaroo sounds interesting.

I've eaten buffalo also

Mark said...

hat poor little dog was only defending himself from the abuse you heaped on him, it was a case of self defense.
And I still have the weinermobile pic for when the boy get married.

karen said...

I love squirrels. Some of my blogger friends are squirrely!!