A New Visitor

Apparently animals love me. A few days ago a squirrel crawled on my patio fence and was making a lot of noise and looking at me when I was standing by the sliding door. Being weak as usual, I put some peanuts on the fence and he came over and ate them. Then he decided to crawl down into my patio to ask for more treats. I threw a few peanuts on the patio and he didn't run away after grabbing them but instead just sat there and ate them. He kept standing on his back legs asking for more. It got to the point where he was getting a little too bold, and I was afraid that he would scurry into my apartment, so I had to close the door. He sat there for a few minutes, then left.

I don't know what it is about me, but apparently animals love me. Or maybe they just trust me and have some kind of intuition that I won't hurt them. In my other apartment, I had a family of woodpeckers living in my wall. I put up with them for a really long time—even when they were keeping me awake at 3:00 in the morning—and waited for the longest time before I told the apartment complex. I was too afraid that the birds would be destroyed if they knew about them. Fortunately the birds are a protected species and even more fortunately I moved to a first floor apartment and didn't have to worry about them anymore. And then, about a year after getting rid of my bird problem, a kitty showed up on my patio and wanted to be my friend. And now a squirrel wants to be my friend. Fortunately the squirrel hasn't come back.

Now I'm just waiting for a raccoon, skunk, mountain lion, coyote,or bear to show up on my patio...