Damn squirrels

I never thought that I would have to battle squirrels in New York. Pigeons? Sure, rats? Most definitely, Cockroaches? Absolutely. But squirrels? That's madness. But here I sit trying to figure out how to rid my patio of these fluffy tailed rats.
"You can't kill them, it's against city law," says my ever helpful hubby.
Really? I can't even kill a spider and he thinks I could kill a squirrel?
See, these pesky rodents are breaking all of my pots and eating all of my plants, which really aggravates me as I have made it a point to make sure they always have a bowl of peanuts for their consumption. Why eat plants when you can have nuts?
"Well, maybe if you stopped feeding them they would stop coming onto the patio." (Another shot of wisdom from hubby.)
Anyways, a friend suggested BloodMeal. Yes, this is exactly what it sounds like. Dried blood and crushed bone. This is sold in bags as a fertilizer, but it apparently also repels squirrels and bunnies and cats. So, I think, why not?
"You're not serious. You are not going to sprinkle blood all over our patio. That's disgusting, what happens when it rains, it'll look like a fucking massacre."
(Oh, sweet hubby)
Despite his protests I buy said bag of blood while he makes all sorts of gross vomiting noises and on the way home from plant store I look at him and request dinner.
"What are you going to do with your bag of blood? Put it on the table?"
"Yes, or perhaps in the seat next to me. I might even order it some nachos."
"You are so gross. I'm not having any part of your little blood scheme. Eww."
Well, after it is all said and done. I sprinkled my bag of blood in my plants (not all over the patio)and the squirrels have taken to eating their little peanuts and leaving my plants alone.
Yeah blood.