In Pops' footsteps...

My dad is one of the greatest men in the world. Period. And I really mean that. But even some greats have their little quirks or flaws. Things like using a glass or ice cream bowl after the dishwasher has started drives him insane. If you ask him how church was today, he without fail will respond, "We ARE the church" so then you have to correct yourself and ask how going to the building was today before he'll answer.
   But one of the funniest quirks my dad has is his hatred of squirrels getting into his hanging bird feeder. It bugs the heck out of him and he has in invested in a BB gun just for this problem. We'll all being eating dinner calmly and if he spots a squirrel dangling on the bird feeder outside, he will without warning bolt from the table, dash upstairs, open up his bathroom window and shoot BB's at the squirrel. Nothing makes him happier.
     Well apparently, it's genetic b/c his grandsons share this same hatred. We've been spreading birdseed on our back deck to be able to watch the birds eat from our window but a pesky squirrel has been eating all of our feed. So Fin devised a plan. A plan that involved an aluminum trashcan on the back deck, bird seed on top, many legos and blocks, a step stool and some string.
And thus a squirrel trap was born...

Pops would be so proud.