Peanuts

"Rabies! You heard of rabies? That's the big deal!" The neighbor was practically shouting now. Molly was speechless. She didn't know him well, for several years now, not uncommon.

One of the tiniest baby squirrels scurried along the old wall, as her neighbor freshly shuddered. "See? You're only encouraging them."

"No, just feeding them.", Molly finally spoke. She held up the bag of peanuts. "Still don't see a problem here." Molly's look of calm but firm resolve was enough, the neighbor retreated to his door. Then, turning back one last time,

"What about the salt, that's good?" Molly held up the bag again, "Unsalted!", just as his door slammed.