Steve the Squirrel

So moving to Alaska I expected to experience nature and wildlife every time I walked outside. I was hoping for moose or elk or muskox...I got a squirrel. His name is Steve, and Steve is a douche. Lets be honest here, I have never met a jerk as big as this squirrel! In Virginia, besides occasionally trying to commit suicide by running in front of your car the squirrels leave you alone. Not the case with Steve! I don't know if it is an Alaska thing but it is a problem!

Steve

Lace watching Steve freak out in the tree at us! See the terror in her eyes!

At first I though he was just a cute squirrel sitting on my porch eating some pine cones, just chilling. A cute, innocent little squirrel just enjoying some noms before winter. Well that was a giant lie!!! A deception! A ruse!! Two weeks ago Steve showed his true colors! Every time I let Lacy out or go outside he runs up his little tree and screams God- knows- what at me in his little squirrel language. Every time!!! AND he leaves his leftovers on the porch! Rude! I am not a fan!

Left Overs everywhere!!

A couple of days ago Lacy was just hanging out in front of the cabin, sniffing stuff, being a dog; then a pine cone boinked her on the head. She is not the brightest crayon in the box so she didn't even notice, but that is not the point! Now, I'm not saying that Steve did it, but it is suspect! Veryyyyyyyyyy suspect! So needless to say I am very excited for winter so I don't have to deal whit his shenanigans anymore!