Just before Christmas, my Grand Kiddies assembled a gingerbread house.  And, they were told that they could not eat it until after Christmas.

So, after Christmas, they dug into the house only to discover that it wasn’t very tasty.  Consequently, I was left with a gingerbread house that no one wanted.  So, I threw it outside under the bird feeder.

Now, the squirrels did not know what to make of it.  They would approach it, sniff it, do a back flip, and then run off.  Moments later, they would return, take a guarded bite and then run off.  And, they repeated this activity all afternoon.

Well, the house is still there and I suspect that it may be there come spring.