That's why God invented live traps and car exhaust. Just catch the darling little squirrel in a live trap, put the entire trap in a trash bag and rubber band the end of that bitch to your tailpipe. He'll get sleepy, then go into the cutest little squirrel coma where the last thing through his furry little brain is a feast of nuts. Too many nuts, not enough time... fat happy squirrel... the universe is dark and cold... but fat happy squirrel is warm... and hello pizza hut dumpster. Couldn't we all be so lucky...