The Squirrel Invasion Has Begun

This morning when I woke up and went downstairs to the kitchen I looked out the window to see a half a dozen squirrels running around in my backyard.
I immediately decided to add poison to my grocery list.
When I got home from the store I took one of the little packages of poison kibble – stored inside a convenient serving tray – and set it on a fence post near where they tend to congregate. The squirrels in the tree behind my yard looked like there were preparing to check it out, so I hung out on my patio to watch. Before any of them could make a move, though, I heard some scratching on the fence at the front of the yard where another squirrel was climbing its way up. With a look of determination I never thought I’d see on a squirrel, it climbed over the fence and made a mad dash directly to the tray of poison at the back of the yard and very deliberately knocked it off the fence post, scattering the poison pellets all over the ground, before rushing off.
WTF? Was it like some squirrel super hero swooping in to protect its fellow squirrels?
I’m really starting to think that I need to pick up a pellet gun, though I suspect I would end up taking out more windows than squirrels.
I also checked the trap in the attic and found that I’d apparently set it improperly last time, as all the peanut butter was gone, but the trap had never been sprung.
Why is my place such a magnet for squirrels anyway? They seem to stay out of everyone else’s yard.
Oh well.
So last night, if history has taught me anything, I should have been having anxiety-filled dreams about being late for my first day of work. Usually I’ll dream that I’m already like four hours late and keep running into further delays as I scramble to get ready and head out the door.
Of course I didn’t have any dreams like that because today wasn’t my first day of work.
I just remained baffled at what an aggravating mess this whole job thing has been. I grudgingly admit that the Universe has really outdone itself this time.