I just dropped my kids off and returned home. Upstairs, I hear Ellie (the dog) going nuts, running around. So I got up to see what the heck is going on.
The bedroom looks like it’s straight out of a Tom and Jerry cartoon. Lamps are knocked over, the blanket is off the bed, random shoes are lying around, and Ellie is in the closet acting like she’s done something wrong, with one paw over her head.
Then I see the squirrel by the bed. A big, fat one. It’s surreal. I’m looking around trying to figure out how the heck this thing got into our bedroom. Where did it come from? All of the windows are closed.
For some reason I had a cousin that kept two squirrels in captivity in his back yard when he was young. He ended up with huge scratch marks on his back and eventually his parents (wisely, duh) decided to let these squirrels go. I just remember that squirrels do not like to feel trapped and are basically one big muscle with serious claws.
I took one step back.
The squirrel stared me down for a while. I closed the main bedroom door and opened the bedroom balcony door, and sort of pointed in that general direction. The squirrel gave a few head fakes, then bolted out the door and jumped onto a nearby tree.
I still have no clue how that thing got in there.
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February 15th, 2007 at 1:54 pm
You were lucky. Squirrels are not always that easy to get rid of. Which cousin? Is Ellie ok?
February 15th, 2007 at 1:58 pm
I think it was Mark. You don’t remember those crazy squirrels in Jacksonville?
Ellie was fine.