We noticed the pellet rifle as soon as we got here. Propped in the corner by the kitchen door, it looked ready for action.
Dan's father has been waging war against the natural world for as long as anyone can remember. He's faced countless foes, from messy trees that wantonly shed detritus to devious moles bent on destroying his pristine lawn. Until now, the weapons had been garden implements and chemicals: firearms are new.
Squirrels are the enemy of the moment, although the specifics of the grievance elude me. To my relief, Lud is apparently not an accomplished marksman. When he does make a rare kill, he flings the little trophy down by the water, where it's quickly dealt with by the turkey vultures that are usually skulking on the decrepit dock next door.
Fighting nature is a largely futile endeavor, of course - but so is pointing that out to an old German.
Ironically, a friend sent me this story the same day. I decided not to share it with Lud.
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