My Urban Adversaries
I have a problem with squirrels.
I would not have thought I’d have a problem with squirrels—or any other form of wildlife—living here in South Philadelphia, but I do. I grew up in the country, where we once had a large family of flying squirrels encamped in our attic. (They don’t really “fly,” but they’ve been known to glide for nearly 300 feet. My mother had the opportunity to closely examine one during their relocation from our attic to the woods, and was amazed to see that the fur along the...
