I Hate Squirrels

Yes, I now hate those hyperactive balls of fur. I didn't always. I used to like them. They're cute. They love to frolic. They are a connection with nature. So, what's the problem.
The problem is that I moved to Eastern Kentucky. I blogged before about how Appalachia makes everything good turn bad. It appears that this rule applies to squirrels as well.
When I first moved to Appalachia, I had squirrels move into my house. Old Appalachian style houses have a lot of empty wall space. How much, I soon found out. A dray of squirrels living in your walls is no fun and causes lots of damage.
Then I moved to my current house. I was okay with the squirrels when I first moved here. They were fun and my house was new, without all of the empty wall space. What could go wrong? Squirrels tearing out window screens and taking out 3 vehicles over the course of a year could go wrong. I've never seen a vehicle downed by a squirrel before. I've had 3 in my yard in the past year. No, Appalachian squirrels are no fun.
As a brief aside, when mad cow was a thing, the government was worried about an outbreak in Eastern Kentucky because of all the cases here. It turned out to be due to the practice of eating squirrel brains, so the government stopped worrying about a contaminated food source. Personally, I think a mammal carrying the disease is a big deal, but what do I know? Maybe they thought only the lower classes would be effected and that that would be a good thing.