Yeah and you would have laughed if you would have seen that episode. I'm laying on the couch in my underwear munching on something - its a Saturday morning and no work - and he just comes walking into the living room while he knows I'm there - real bold like he owns the place. I yell at him and get up, he just keeps walking towards me. I get a broom and I'm running around the house yelling at him to go get out - trying to shew him out to the front door with a broom, and he's just going everywhere but to the door.
Then he got behind a dresser and stood on his legs lifting his arms up all the while chattering like they do at the dogs when they're in the trees - I thought he was going to jump at me. That's when I got the gun. It was a little .380 semi automatic pistol so I didn't blow him to smithereens. This is 8AM on a Saturday. Blammo and nobody ever bats an eye in the neighborhood - even in the house. My son and nephew slept right through all this.
I was hoping to eat him too, but his meat didn't look good - it was spotted and dark in places, and his fur was all mottled and mangy. He looked kinda sick, so I just buried him. Exciting morning for me!
Now the other came in before this one, and he was up in my son's room. My son he wakes up and that sucker is staring him in the face. He gets startled and runs to his tool box and gets a hammer. He's in his underwear too - and he's chasing the squirrel through the house swinging a hammer. He gets downstairs and throws the hammer like a tomahawk and beams the squirrel right in the head. He said he was laying there shaking and quaking for a while, then he died and my son had sense enough to put him on ice.
I field dressed this one and boy he was big and meaty, and his meat looked clean. So I just went ahead and skinned him. Then I gave my son the tail and stewed the sucker that afternoon. Now all of this is while I'm sober too - and it was at that time when I was flat broke and we were real low on viddles - so it was to that squirrel's disadvantage he came around when he did. I even brought a sample of the stew to work because this girl in my office wanted to taste squirrel.
See here, the book says it this way: "Our adventures before
and after illustrate three pertinent ideas..." Well some days I find myself in an adventure before you know it!
But really, I'd be minding my own business if those darn squirrels weren't so bold, and they need to stay out of my house - or if they're there, at least don't act like they own the place and get all mean with us. Dallas is right, those little squirrels can be pretty mean.
Now about those raccoons - Around here in Ohio they are the animals that most often has raybees, so they are dangerous up close and personal. I'd be afraid to eat one of those although I hear they make excellent stew. I had a recipe, but they tell me around here the raccoons are probably sick or rabid, so I leave them alone. I did run one down in South Dakota once - he busted the crap out of my front bumper! It was foggy and I didn't see him. I don't even think it killed him because I couldn't find him. Sounded and felt like I ran over a bowling ball.
I really hate killing animals in the road with my car - even squirrels - I mean really - we have took over their domain so much - and they don't know what a car does. My son brought one home - a baby squirrel - and his back legs and behind was paralyzed because he got run down. We nursed him a little but we knew he was going to die. It was sad and it made me cry.
I just looked it up, and the proper spelling is squirrel. I added an extra "l".
I will know true serenity when they cease to make me nuts. 
But I'm going to the park again today and feed the cute little things and think of more stuff to put on my gratitude list, If I see you or your dogs coming I will scare them away though! 