Ok, I've been suppressing my anti-squirrel rage all day. This morning while my fat-bike was parked at the Rec Center here in North Boulder a squirrel (one of those fuzzy rats) decided that he had to get the tiny bit of chocolate left in my left feed bag. The little bastard ate through the top baffle, several straps, and the draw cord before he got what he was after. And then he left the wrapper on the ground next to my ride.
Going to start carrying a breakdown rifle or a sling shot or something. ARGH!