My wife stepped outside, to find me looking up into a tree and growling like a dog. She asked what the h*** I was doing. I said "Letting HIM know who's boss around here!" as I pointed to this squirrel, who was staring intently back at me and giving warning growls and grunts of his own, with much tail flicking.
Wife says "Stop it right now! People will think you're crazy!"
I say, "Don't you mean nuts?"
"Just stop picking on the squirrel."
I say, "He started it! He's trying to push me around!"
My wife just rolled her eyes and walked away muttering something about how I should start acting 59 and not 9."
