Cesar bagged a mad hungry, attic wrecker, nest maker of a squirrel today. This marks his second squirrel shooting since moving into the house. The furry rodent had been busily shreding and striping the bark off a cedar tree near our kitchen window. Cesar was lookin' for more pesky squirrels about the yard to aim at, but they had their bulbous eyes on him and all hid in their tree holes. I had to remind him that only a few short months ago, Ira the Squirrel had melted our hearts.
Toula wanted to eat the squirrel. I felt bad for the momma squirrel. Hugo was fascinated with the dead squirrel. Thank heavens the girls and Evie the Cat were all sleeping in the house and had no idea what was happening outdoors.
Before long, Hugo wanted to shoot the air gun. Papa let him. Hugo hit his target and is now gun crazy. Thankfully, thankfully, Hugo asked his Papa to buy him a cork gun.