I was down to just one apple on the trees, a perfectly reasonable development for my young fruit trees. Though I figured I'd have to share with JT, I was looking forward to eating the apple come harvest season. Then Pesky the Squirrel beat me to the punch. I probably could have stood losing the apple to the garden wildlife staff; these things happen. Bet Pesky didn't just eat the apple. He ate it and then left the core where he could be sure that I would find it.