I live in a tree city which means I have lots of squirrels in my yard and around my house. They like to run across the roof from tree to tree. Tonight, I'm talking to my mom and I hear a rustling coming from one of the bedrooms. I go to investigate, but I don't see anything.
A little bit later, I'm in the bedroom that I use as a study working on the computer and I hear the rustling sound again. It's coming from the built in cabinets over the closet. The cabinet door is partially open. My first thought was "OMG There's a rat up there!"
I jump up out of my chair to run out of the room and I look up and this juvenile squirrel pokes it's head out of the cabinet. I squeal, "Ah! It's a squirrel!" which of course scares the squirrel. He jumps out of the cabinet onto a box. I scream and run into the living room. The squirrel runs into the living room after me. The cat sees the squirrel and pounces at the squirrel. I yell at the cat to let the squirrel go. The dog runs into the living room to see what is going on. The squirrel runs into the bathroom.
I run to the front door and open the door to let the squirrel out. I run back to the bathroom. The dog is trying to play with the squirrel. The squirrel is madly trying to climb the tile wall to get away from the big black dog. I get the dog to go back into the living room. The squirrel races back into the living room. The cat is waiting for him, but misses. The squirrel hides under the end table.
The dog sees the open front door and decides he is going to go out. I grab the dog, herd him into My mom's area (bedroom and bath) of the house and close the door. I grab the cat and toss him back in my mom's area so that I can get the squirrel safely out of the house.
I open the front door again so that I can get him to run out of it. I start searching the living room for the squirrel. I can't find him. Just about the time I decide that he must have run out the front door, he comes racing in from the hall and under the end table. I grab the broom to persuade him out from under the table and for the next five minutes I try to chase the squirrel out of the house and of course he goes in the opposite direction everytime I corner him. If you've ever watched a squirrel try to cross a road, then you'll understand why it took me so long. Meanwhile, the dog is on the other side of the door barking and the cat is howling because they want the squirrel.
Finally, the squirrel ran into the kitchen and I was able to get that door open so he could run out of the house and into the backyard.
I don't know if it is as funny in my telling, but I just had to share.
The house I live in was built in 1950. The central heat and air were installed in the 70's. The squirrel got into the cabinet through the eaves, through the attic and along an air conditioning duct.
A little bit later, I'm in the bedroom that I use as a study working on the computer and I hear the rustling sound again. It's coming from the built in cabinets over the closet. The cabinet door is partially open. My first thought was "OMG There's a rat up there!"
I jump up out of my chair to run out of the room and I look up and this juvenile squirrel pokes it's head out of the cabinet. I squeal, "Ah! It's a squirrel!" which of course scares the squirrel. He jumps out of the cabinet onto a box. I scream and run into the living room. The squirrel runs into the living room after me. The cat sees the squirrel and pounces at the squirrel. I yell at the cat to let the squirrel go. The dog runs into the living room to see what is going on. The squirrel runs into the bathroom.
I run to the front door and open the door to let the squirrel out. I run back to the bathroom. The dog is trying to play with the squirrel. The squirrel is madly trying to climb the tile wall to get away from the big black dog. I get the dog to go back into the living room. The squirrel races back into the living room. The cat is waiting for him, but misses. The squirrel hides under the end table.
The dog sees the open front door and decides he is going to go out. I grab the dog, herd him into My mom's area (bedroom and bath) of the house and close the door. I grab the cat and toss him back in my mom's area so that I can get the squirrel safely out of the house.
I open the front door again so that I can get him to run out of it. I start searching the living room for the squirrel. I can't find him. Just about the time I decide that he must have run out the front door, he comes racing in from the hall and under the end table. I grab the broom to persuade him out from under the table and for the next five minutes I try to chase the squirrel out of the house and of course he goes in the opposite direction everytime I corner him. If you've ever watched a squirrel try to cross a road, then you'll understand why it took me so long. Meanwhile, the dog is on the other side of the door barking and the cat is howling because they want the squirrel.
Finally, the squirrel ran into the kitchen and I was able to get that door open so he could run out of the house and into the backyard.
I don't know if it is as funny in my telling, but I just had to share.
The house I live in was built in 1950. The central heat and air were installed in the 70's. The squirrel got into the cabinet through the eaves, through the attic and along an air conditioning duct.
