Abby and The Squirrel have declared war. She no longer responds to the squeaky and the treat method of getting her to stop barking her idiot head off. She no longer responds to Mr. Squirt Bottle (Squirt Bazooka?). She no longer responds to the sonic sound birdhouse we bought for $55. Now you have to drag her back into the house and be accused of high treason as The Squirrel is Still In Our Tree!! The leaves don't come back on the trees here until the end of April. The Squirrel and I think it isn't soon enough.