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."

She replies:
"Je ne parle pas l'Anglais, il faut parler en Francais."

So I happily comply, because I am nothing if not reasonable, saying:

"On a un grande problem avec "skunks" maintenant. Tu sais "skunks", les petits animaux qui faisait l'odeurs avec leurs fesses? Comme Pepe le Pieux?"

(Translation: We have a big problem with skunks now. You know skunks, little animals who makes smells with their asses? Like Pepe Le Pieux?)

Score one for crazy skunk/squirrel lady, she just walked away from me at that point. I really wish I spoke better French.