Theo’s Dad decided this weekend that squirrel stew would be really, really yummy. So he trapped a squirrel and had Theo shoot one (sshhhhhh it was just a pellet gun, don’t worry). Theo shot one and it ran up into a tree. He shot it again and it ran higher into the tree. He shot it again and went higher, then died. So here is our potential dinner dead at the top of a tree. Well, what is a man supposed to do when his dinner is at the top of a tree?
Yep, that’s my man. And we did have squirrel stew. It tasted like gamey chicken.