I found curls of apple skin resting atop the garbage can this morning.

They made me smile.

Yesterday afternoon I’d cut up an apple and placed it atop the can with some peanuts for the squirrel(s). By dinner time last night, the peanuts had disappeared, but the apples remained. They’d turned brown. Didn’t look too appealing.

So this morning I was happy to see that the apples had found a taker. There must be at least two squirrels who consider our apartment building as part of their territory. One who likes apples. The other who doesn’t. Apple is definitely not a universal favorite of squirrels. I know that from my Massachusetts experience.