The trouble with urban wildlife

Still no satellite. The jerkish contractors hired by Bell rang our bell at 9 am yesterday (Saturday) morning -- hours before they were even supposed to show up -- just to inform us that they would not be moving our satellite. Too dangerous, it seems.

Then they left. Pricks.

In sunnier news, our new refrigerator arrived yesterday. It was exciting. It was satifying. It very nearly didn't happen because the guys could barely get our old fridge out. We celebrated by grocery shopping today. It's weird how over $100 doesn't even come close to filling a fridge full of food. However, we had ample opportunity to display the fine selection of our four products in the freezer. Five, if you count the ice cubes I just made -- which aren't actually ice cubes yet. Pre-ice cubes.

This afternoon, we had a nice extended swim at our free community pool. And came home to chaos in our kicthen.

A can of pop was knocked over. The lovely and fresh baguette to go with dinner was half eaten. Buns for Chris' lunches were nibbled. And with our set of crumbs and destroyed food was an extra special treat -- holes in two of our screens.

Seems a squirrel couldn't ignore the temptation provided by the food sitting in our second-cloor kitchen -- the little bugger chewed into the kitchen window screen, had its little feast, and scampered out the screen of the back door (which just leads to a piece of roof we're not permitted to stand on).

A few hours later, I saw a squirrel trying to nest up in one our eaves troughs. I suspect it's the same one. Decided to declare a jihad. Won't it be surprised when, the next time it tries to weasel into our kitchen, I'm waiting for it... with a grenade launcher.