I was home in Cleveland this past weekend for my grandmother's funeral. I've shared in the past that she had a squirrel at her house for as long as I can remember and his name is Charlie.

Charlie comes to the back door and knocks when he is hungry, and we throw out some peanuts. He can get a little greedy, and one time he actually got in the house! My grandma said "it got weird".

So this past weekend my aunt, who owns a farm and is kind of a Dr. Doolittle, decided to play "chicken with the train". She began feeding Charlie with the door wide open. If my dad wasn't being such a spoil sport, she would have tried to feed him IN the house.

Here is just a clip of the shenanigans that went down...I know my grandma was looking down laughing.

 

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