Apple nibbler

 Greg and I were sitting on the couch tonight recapping our days ( which is something we  try to do every night) and he told me about "our little friend". Here's the backstory: in East Sac, there are lots of trees. Big, Beautiful and old they sit throughout the neighborhoods. We are lucky enough to have a few in our own backyard to provide wonderful shade and of course the perfect spot for our hammock. Now,  the inhabitants of our trees tend to be squirrels who like to nibble on our plum-like things high above our heads while we are resting in the hammock as their little juicy bites get sprinkled on our heads. Nothing says summer like an eye full of squirrel spit!  We have noticed over the course of the summer, that the squirrels really enjoyed some of our plants- especially the tomatoes. Greg would go down stairs to water the plants and come back up to say that our fruits were gone. It didn't bother me too much, since our "garden" wasn't really much of a garden, but an experiment to see if I could keep at least one plant alive through the summer. 

Cut to today's Greg story- we had gotten some apples from Mama Smith this past weekend. My mom is an amazing gardener. She has many fruit trees and vines growing in the yard in Madera. Whenever we go home to visit, we are sure to bring back some delicious bounty from her garden. We brought the apples back up with us, which my mom warned us that a few had some bruised spots and a couple might even have a critter or two in it, but they were still good fruit- we just had to cut away the bad parts. A few days had passed and the apples were still on our counter waiting to be made into apple pie ( which is my mom's specialty) . Alas, there was one apple that had gone soft and stuck to the counter. Greg decided to put some of the apples outside on the landing to our stairs in order to move the apples out of the kitchen. He thought nothing of it and went inside. When Greg went out to water our plants this afternoon- what did he find? He found an apple on the grass. How did it get there? The smarty mc squirrel pushed the apple off the landing and onto the grass, went down the stairs to retrieve it and decided to eat about 1/3 of the apple. Peels everywhere indicated that the sneaky little devil had snacked on Mama Smith's apples. 

I just want to know, if the squirrel was smart enough to push an apple off the landing, is he smart enough to make a pie, too? Because if he is, count me in.