Came home from picking my kid up after spending 2 nights of glut and debauchery at my dad's house. How I missed the squirrel when I left is beyond me. Dead as a doornail, as they say. Straight ahead was a dead bird. The bird was right next to my porch, almost on my neighbor's property and the squirrel was completely on my neighbor's lawn. Not sure if Max thinks I'm fat enough as it is and don't need anymore food or if he thinks the neighbors are too skinny and need all the help they can get.