The Virus, Day 367, Dimondale, Michigan.

Mr. Fuzzy McBastard.

Over a year now. Squirrels are still bastards. This one in particular.

He’s a smaller American Red but I’ve seen him literally jump on the back of a twice as large Fox Squirrel to defend what he clearly sees as his bird feeder.

I’m assuming it's a he. Ony testosterone can explain the absolutely ferocious blood lust I’ve witnessed.

I’m hoping the Woodchucks return soon. Will Mr. McBastard be crazy enough to pick a fight with something four to six times his size too?

Stay tuned!