Okey-dokey, folks. It ain't hard t'figgir how t'build plenty of luxery habitats fer humans whilst still perservin' sum skwerls so as our future kin can see what all the fuss was abowt.

All ya'have t'do is build yer palacial manshuns all 'round the skwerlien habitat an' it'll be jist like puttin' 'em in jail, or fer a more politicully correct turm: a confinery. An', if'n them critters try t'make a break fir it, thars gonna be plenty of youngins, an' dawgs, an' cats, not t'mentshun them surburban u-tillity vehiculs, t'chase 'em down.

What's more, all you huntirs thet done shot yer foot off this seeson, well, y'all might considur movin' in seein' as how you kin jist prop yerselfs up in yer window overlookin the skwerl confinery with yer favorite gun an' blast away in enrich'd comfurt (an' you kin evin git yer huntin' dawg to fetch the varmint back fer ya)!

OK, now heer's my humbul urban visionury developmunt plan:

Now, havin' seen thet, i know sum of you ar thinkin', Cletus, how in tarnayshun ar we t'convince them bushytail nut busters thet they shuld live in the confinery?

Well, i ain't nevir sed anythin' was easy in this heer life. So, y'all are gonna hafta put sum effirt into it by roundin' up them nut devils an' placin' them thar yerselves. An', t'give y'all a chance t'practuce b-forehand, i requested of Patriot Christoph thet I could use his learnin' device, Tree Pixie Roundup fer y'all t'get the hang of puttin' skwerls in a confinery, an' he sed "Yup!"