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desperanceI have been keeping sacks of birdseed out on the clubhouse lobby, in the open air, convenient for access but sheltered from any occasional rain.
Until some sharp-toothed sharp-brained creature that I take to have been a squirrel chewed through the plastic of the sack and chowed down on more than its fair share of seed.
Since then I've been keeping the seed in a heavy plastic lidded bin. That'll show ya, squirrel, thought I.
Until today, when I find the determined little sod has gnawed a hole all through the bloody plastic.
So now I'm keeping it in the clubhouse, under lock and key. And cursing the sodding squirrel every time I have to fiddle with keys, from now to the indeterminate future.
Until some sharp-toothed sharp-brained creature that I take to have been a squirrel chewed through the plastic of the sack and chowed down on more than its fair share of seed.
Since then I've been keeping the seed in a heavy plastic lidded bin. That'll show ya, squirrel, thought I.
Until today, when I find the determined little sod has gnawed a hole all through the bloody plastic.
So now I'm keeping it in the clubhouse, under lock and key. And cursing the sodding squirrel every time I have to fiddle with keys, from now to the indeterminate future.