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I woke up this morning to the sound of little paws on my balcony.
I went out to the living room and saw the squirrel headed toward my window box.

(Yes, any of the folks here who have shared a hotel room with me on a Phoenix trip can attest that the “pounding” of squirrel paws is enough to wake me unless I’m very very tired.)

He didn’t see me at first, so I was able to get right up to the window.

I yanked open the door and banged the metal frame with a stick. The squirrel realized how close I was and panicked.

He ran towards the window box, jumped into the parsley tree and tried to climb up the post to the roof.

But, he got tangled in the parsley and couldn’t get a grip. So he fell to the floor and ran around for a bit. (Sadly no pictures of this as I was laughing too hard.)
He kept running towards me, seeing me there, the running back. He’d climb up some, see the parsley, then jump back down.
Finally, he climbed down the post to the apartment below me.

I had put the parsley in the window box for the squirrel. I had hoped he would eat that and not the mellon I planted. I put onion on the other side in the hopes he wouldn’t like onion and wouldn’t get to the mellon in the middle.
I never realized the parsley would go big enough to block the squirrel road into the balcony in the first place. I’ll have to grow more...