A squirrel confronted me in the garden the other day. It was probably drinking from my wall-o-waters or digging in one of my pots when it saw me. It hopped up on one of my tires, then onto the fence, and instead of running away, it turned to chitter and hiss at me for a minute.
I, of course, lunged at it.
There's no chance I could catch a squirrel with my physical prowess, especially once it hit something vertical like a tree or a utility pole, but I don't want it to think I'm something that can be chittered with.
I wonder, though, if that squirrel was this squirrel.