For the past two years or so, I have noticed an interesting trend at my parents' house:
Very large and fearless squirrels. Everywhere.
During this period, my parents have been providing easily 80% of these squirrels' (I've counted at least three of them) caloric intake.
It's even gotten to the point that these creatures will hear my dad come home from work and wait for him to exit his car. I'll walk by the dining room table to talk to my mom while looking out of our window to see furry paws tapping my patio doors. I'll be mowing the lawn until I soon realize that I'm walking through a mine field; not of explosives, but of walnuts.
They went on vacation last February and bestowed upon me the task of keeping the house in order while they were away. Because of the fact that I refused to provide for this family of supposed "wild" squirrels who were taking residence at my house, I noticed a lack of activity in the backyward after a few days of my gross negligence. Fast-forward to a few weeks later to the day that my parents came back from Florida and you would have thought these squirrels had just won the lottery. I've never seen such happiness before in the eyes of rodents.