My parents lived around the corner from her. My dad grew a great garden which included strawberries. The squrriels would take a small bite out of each strawberry. My dad tried everthing including putting netting over the plants. But the little buggers would still get in. So he starting shooting at them with his homemade slingshot. He would shoot and you could hear the ping of the small rocks off the fence.
One day I walked out the back of our house and was just standing there. My dad was standing in the door to the garage out of sight and shooting at the squirrels. All of a sudden the "squirrel lady" started yelling at me thinking I was shooting at them. She told me she was going to call the police, the mayor and god and whoever. She just kept it on and on. All the while my dad stood in the doorway out of sight...laughing at me.
While I will admit to some wrong doings in my lifetime I was innocent of shooting at the squirrels. From then on everytime she saw me she gave me heck. As for my dad he continued his battle with the squirrels and grew some very tasty strawberries. Over the years we had some good laughs about how I got blamed.