This morning I was standing on my front porch when I noticed my cat was sitting quite still 5 ft. up in the maple tree (he goes outdoors as that is natural for him). I waited silently to see what had his attention. Down from the upper branches came a tree rat, I mean, squirrel. It got to within five feet of Obadiah (our feline Defender of the Hearth) when it saw him and beat a hasty retreat back up the tree. I was saddened, but only for a moment. The squirrel, with its normal egress route blocked, climbed out on a thin branch. It paused briefly and made a jump towards the streetlight pole in the yard (the little buggers go up and down the wooden pole all the time). In a rare exhibition of furry-tailed ineptitude, the creature missed the light fixture. It missed the entire pole. It proceeded to plummet 30 feet to the street below, where it executed a nearly flawless furry-bellied belly flop on the asphalt. There was a most satisfying (for me, anyway) "WHUMP" on impact. Surprisingly and sadly, (for me, anyway), it didn't die, but scampered immediately across the street to take refuge in the neighbor's mighty oak trees. I hope it tells all its compatriots that my yard is no longer safe. It is my sincerest hope that Obadiah will continue to prowl the yard, keeping the tree vermin away from my tomatoes and chiles. Scott... Plan B (air rifle) waiting in the wings... KCK