… you know that you’ve been accepted as a member of the neighborhood.

Today I noticed definite toothmarks on my pumpkin.

“Are the squirrels eating it? I’ve got something for that.” My neighbor ran into her house and return with a large plastic canister. She sprinkled some of the white powder on and around the pumpkin.

Apparently fox urine scares off the squirrels. They think a fox is lurking to grab them as an appetizer.

We’ll see. My squirrels are gutsy.

I almost told my neighbor, “No, I bought the pumpkin for them. The squirrels, I mean.” But I would like to enjoy my pumpkin for awhile. I can always hose off the powder after Halloween when I dump the pumpkin in my backyard as an offering to my fuzzytailed friends.