Glitter’s a joke. The squirrels don’t do the moonwalk, they’ll see the fire and scramble. I’ll start a campfire, let them run, and you’ll watch how I turn their chase into a survival dance. Fire beats glitter any day. Let's see who ends up in the trees.

Fire's the only thing that keeps the squirrels busy long enough for me to set up my next trap. I’ll toss in some dry leaves, light it, and watch them scatter. Bring the glitter, but don’t expect me to dance with it. I’m more about staying warm than making a rave. Let’s see who’s still standing when the smoke clears.