I Hate Squirrels

Sometime in 1997, while in college, I started to have dreams where my co-star was a squirrel. After the second or third time, I started to get a little freaked out. Since then, my hatred of squirrels has deepened. Now as a homeowner the little buggers eat my bulbs, build nests in our big tree in the backyard, tear up the landscaping fabric under the mulch and eat the birdseed.
A few years ago I was walking towards my brother's condo and came around the corner where there was a squirrel in full alert position, standing on top of a first floor bay window and HISSING at me. He knew.
He knew that I speed up when I see one in the street and swerve to hit it. (I always miss for the record and would feel guilty but I hate them.)
I did a quick google search to find an appropriate squirrel hating picture and this one was actually the most entertaining. There is actually a website called www.deadsquirrel.com which is dedicated to the demise of the rat-like animal.