My Father the Assassin

Growing up with a wannabe hitman taught me a thing or two about getting rid of things that annoy you. He would spend countless hours crouched in postion waiting for the right moment to take the shot, Much to his dismay, he never actually hit his target. Fortunately for dad, the squirrels and crows couldn’t shoot back.

These crafty birdfeeder bandits were the bane of his existence until I bought him a SquirrelStop for Father’s Day.