Nan would tear up the bread and toss the pieces out the kitchen window. Whenever I looked out the kitchen window it was not uncommon to see a squirrel sitting on the fence staring back at me.
One Saturday, I walked into the kitchen to find brownie crumbs all over the kitchen table and floor. I assumed that the boys had helped themselves to the brownies sitting on the kitchen table and left the crumbs for me to clean up.
I picked up the brownie crumbs on the table and the floor, eating them as I went along. Then I noticed a hole in the window screen. It took me a few seconds to put all of the pieces of the scene together, and when I did I knew Nan's furry friends were the culprits and not the boys.
Yes, I ate the crumbs, all of the crumbs, from the brownies handled by the squirrels.
The Squirrel Standoff reached a crisis level and I insisted that Nan stop feeding the squirrels. Nan did not like to be told what to do, but went along with my request, reluctantly.
Not long after Nan passed away, I was standing at the kitchen sink looking out the window. A squirrel appeared on the fence and stared directly at me for about a minute, it then turned around, bent over, lifted its tail, and flashed me its rear end.
I had been praying for Nan to Give Me a Sign that she was okay.
I think that was the sign. She's fine. And, she's still mad about the squirrels.