CHILDREN OF THE CORN
I try not to feel bad for them, but they know I'm a wuss.
I have tried every squirrel deterrent known to man to keep the furry rodents from raiding my bird feeders.
A few left town when I stopped feeding them last spring and put in the squirrel-proof bird feeders. Those that stayed looked like the seniors of my backyard community, with their gray-haired faces hungrily peering at me from the fence posts, so then I really felt bad.
That's when I gave up and bought this corncob contraption on sale.
The squirrels are happy, but by the time I screw the cobs on this thing, I'm ready to bonk a squirrel or two for making me feel so guilty.
Sometimes it sucks to have feelings.