This letter is for the big guy who lives in pillar J6 in Lot 5. Please stop stealing the crackers I leave for the baby squirrel. You know, the little baby that sits below J6 and is too short to climb the pillar. The poor thing tried to jump up and hit his head on a car bumper. I felt sorry for him and put out a cracker with tuna fish on it; and then you stole it. It was the first time I ever heard a squirrel scream. The noises you guys made were unbearable. They caused me to fear for my life. I quickly rolled up the windows. You just stared at me clinging to the wall like some sort of furry cockroach. I noticed that you are missing half a tail. Is it because the baby squirrels ganged up on you when you stole their crackers? Apparently you have not learned your lesson. I left some more crackers at the base of the pillar before I headed out to class. They were gone when I came back. I hope you let the baby eat or I will just have to lure him to another pillar without a bully living in it.
Love,
Ritz Girl
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