Currently Mrs J is living next door to six teenage ninja squirrels.

Yep, that’s right. Squirrels. The small red ones, not the big grey ones.

Mrs J was peacefully enjoying the sunshine on a sun bed in the garden as the first squirrel appeared, checked her out, and disappeared. She thought he was shy. In fact, he’d just gone to fetch his five brothers.

Brother number two appeared. Big brother raced across the lawn and up the cherry tree. Ate some late summer cherries. Raced down. Stopped on the lawn briefly to casually spit out the pits and give Mrs J the “what you lookin’ at”-eye. Raced off to laugh at her with his brothers.

And then the party was on. All six of them jumping, chattering, sniggering, eating and throwing pine cones in Mrs J’s general direction.

Now you’re probably clamoring for evidence. But you’re just going to have to take Mrs J’s word for it.  There won’t be a lot of evidence. Not because they’re shy. Because they’re ninjas.

As soon as Mrs J even thinks about getting her camera out they vanish, leaving behind only the echo of a Beavis-and-Butthead-esque squirrel snigger.

There is a squirrel in this picture though. Seriously, there is.

Maybe there is a dog whisperer for squirrels.

Will try google.