My mom has developed this thing about leftover scraps--she won't just toss 'em. She saves those tinfoil pie plates from frozen stuff, and routinely puts out anything--crusts, meat scraps, icky fruit or veggies. We figure if the squirrels are turning their wee noses up, it gets eaten by neighborhood dogs or the monster Stephen King-esque crows.

Last weekend when we were there for her birthday, we were treated to the sight of a squirrel sitting on the deck table gnawing away on a crunchy cheese ball.