So she came back today. Now she throws cornflakes and peanuts. It's hard to say who's crazier, me or her. She just scurries from tree to tree, a lot like a squirrel herself, to be perfectly honest. While I walk boldly down the path saying:
"Oh look, it's the crazy fucking squirrel lady. Ella va nourrir les equirelles, et mon chien va devenir malade, bien sur! Excellent! Allez-y crazy fucking squirrel lady, feed the vermin in our park."
Then I approach her, because I am itching for a fight, because she DRIVES ME MENTAL. And I say;
"Hey you know, we have a huge skunk problem in the park now, it's probably because you insist on throwing food on the ground."
