Bunny!

Building on his prior experience of keeping the squirrel population in check, Emmettilius stranmccannii turns his predatory attention to Lepus townsendii.  When unable to make a kill, E. stranmccannii settles for hazing the living crap out of one particular specimen.

Left hand, right knee, right hand, left knee

After months of pushing himself backward, dragging himself forward, and getting his leg stuck underneath him, Emmett manages to get himself up on all fours and make his first crawl, much to his mother's astonishment, delight and horror. Hard to say whether hardwood is a help or a hindrance, but the lure of knocking down blocks is difficult to resist.

Coordinating his left hand, right knee, right hand, left knee is still a challenge, but it won't be long until he's able to grab his watergun and chase the squirrels away. His parents high five that.

Peeping tom squirrel stalks nursing mom

When Emmett is on sentry duty, all is quiet on the western front. When Emmett is on his lunch break, this is what happens:

But look out, squirrel. Once fully fed, Emmett puts on his game face. It's go time.

Guard posted at the patio door.

As it's all his parents can do to keep up with his near-constant need for feeding, burping, diaper-changing, cuddling, etc., Emmett's dad thought it time for the kid to pitch in and help around the house. Emmett's first official chore is to defend the premises from unwanted intruders from the order Rodentia.

Hey, if you were a squirrel, and only a thin mesh of screen separated you from obliteration by a baby with a loaded water gun, wouldn't you be afraid?