Well, I finally got fed up with finding my office birdfeeder in pieces when I come in in the morning. Thus, I led a team of commandos (me, Vann, and Greg) to booby-trap the feeder. Taking a can of shortening with me, I improvised a crude spatula out of a paper plate and lathered the top of the feeder with a thick layer of shortening.
The trap was set. All that was left to do was wait.
First thing this morning, I saw signs of success! The feeder was still intact on the window, but all around the window were splotches of flung shortening! The feeder top has nice squirrelly skid marks down the sides, indicating a squirrel or two went skiing when it decided to attack my feeder.
I’m not close to declaring the war won, but I won a nice battle here. It’ll be interesting to see how the squirrels choose to escalate the conflict now. Stay tuned!