Just Say So

I'm getting a little peeved with the ground squirrel who has previously wreaked havoc in the big barn (Steve's area for tools and guy stuff), and who has now extended his living quarters to include the feed/craft wing...my space.  This squirrel must be an interior decorator with OCD who does not care for my sense of organization on the wall of shelves nor my decorating skills and is rearranging everything to suit himself.  Terra cotta flower pots have been pushed to the floor and broken.  Bags of plant food and other garden supplies have been torn open, sampled and scattered, not to his taste.  He disdains craft items I've stored for future projects, marking them most graphically.  I try very hard to live in harmony with my wildlife neighbors.  If he doesn't like the way I do things, I wish he'd just say so. 

The crew down in the goat barn is much more polite.  I will admit, however, that I'm not sure if this resident is waiting for breakfast to be served or kibitzing about my cleaning job.  "Hey, laaady...you missed a spot!"