"You're a big man, but you're in bad shape. With me it's a full time job. Now behave yourself."

D-Day. Time to screw ones courage to the sticking post. The manservant and I head for the garden.

A morning rendezvous, that's when those verminous Squirrels like to show.

So we wait, and wait, and eventually we realise, they're no-shows - yellow bellied, craven cowards.
We won the mental battle, psyched them out. Victory through superior firepower.

I trot back inside. Nothing needs to be said. The manservant and I are quietly pleased. I feel a nap is in order