That's My Dad.

On our way to church this morning (what up, Jesus!), my father began his weekly rant. The unwitting subjects of this installment: squirrels.
He believes we have a squirrel infestation. Not in our house, but in the neighborhood. He proposed to tag each of the rodents. "Not to turn the color of their entire tail, but just to spray paint a little color so we can track them." And let's put out cameras. All over the house. And the yard. And I'll quit work so I can stay home during the day. Carly can take the evening shift because she has class; Mom can do early morning and Pops will get the graveyard shift (because the whole thing is his idea). After we get enough footage of the "experiment," I'm thinking we've got another Real World on our hands.