“My lawn used to be a jungle—a squirrel utopia complete with overgrown grass, untamed weeds, and acorn storage units everywhere. The squirrels ran the place, holding turf wars and throwing acorns, in full rebellion against the raccoon mafia. These guys came in , stopped the war, signed treaties. Tamed the grass and battled the bushes. Anyway, These guys did a great job.“
“My lawn used to be a jungle—a squirrel utopia complete with overgrown grass, untamed weeds, and acorn storage units everywhere. The squirrels ran the place, holding turf wars and throwing acorns, in full rebellion against the raccoon mafia. These guys came in , stopped the war, signed treaties. Tamed the grass and battled the bushes.
Anyway, These guys did a great job.“