I used to be very live-and-let-live. We had a mouse in our townhouse when my brother and I were going to school in Raleigh. It was the first time I'd ever had a mouse in the house. At first I thought, oh it's so cute. Then the turds and piss everywhere etc. and I learned why people kill them. We had coyotes in our back yard when we moved to Mooresville. I thought, oh how cute! Then they ate my cat. I like squirrels, who doesn't they're so cute! They got into the attic of the shop and chewed the wires bare and could have burned us down. That's okay I can cut some limbs back and squirrel proof things and that shouldn't be a problem after I re-ran a bunch of wire. Then they ruined my new trash cans (good ones, Toter). And chewed up the deck. But then they found my old Ford 7.3 turbodiesel and chewed up the plastic under the hood, and wires and now there's acorns stowed in my hood that rattle around when I drive down the road and I've had enough of that bullshit. I shot a bunch of them those first few days and now I don't see them much anymore. I'm sure they'll be back, but it's good to get in some regular target practice.
There's a lot less squirrel turds on the deck table now.