.......at war with a squirrel.
Let me explain......There I sat finishing up some Christmas cards when I thought I saw something out of the corner of my eye dash down the hallway. Of course the trusty watch dogs just sat there like fuzzy lumps so I thought it was a piece of the Christmas tree that fell on the floor – after all, they would have gone after some strange animal, right? But, just to be on the safe side I grabbed my trusty broom and headed down the hall to see where this hallucination may have gone. A regular Jedi knight – broom in one hand and a water bottle in the other – going to soak and swat the little sucker. Of course I didn’t find anything and wrote it off to a senior moment.
Back to decorating - I finish putting the tree together and sit down to appreciate it and have a cup of tea when something most definitely gray and small came charging up the hallway straight for me - thumpa, thumpa, thumpa, thumpa – that’s the sound it’s little rodent feet made on the carpet as it flew into the dining room and then into the kitchen. (mind you, the dogs haven’t reacted at all) Now I am standing on the sofa with the water bottle and banging the broom on the table. The little SOB came barreling back, but I jumped in front of him and made a sharp turn for the front entryway. Unfortunately that door wasn’t open and he went back into the kitchen. I had opened the patio door thinking the animal might be smart enough to run out an open door (thank God it was in the 50’s yet this evening)
SO – I call the office and they send some poor man who has to drive ½ hour to get to me. I tell him to walk right in because I have no intention of leaving my post – I am sitting on the top of my love-seat with boom at the ready and water bottle in hand – waiting for the little bastard to come out. He came out once and ducked back toward the kitchen. When the maintenance man arrived he combed the entire apartment – moving things and banging things – hopefully scaring the crap out of Mr. Squirrel. Twice around and nothing – he felt certain that our visitor left via the patio door. I can’t say I feel all warm and fuzzy about that and figure the kids will be staying in my bedroom tonight with the door closed…….
I can finally sympathize with Ronnieann’s Mom. If you never heard that story you have to ask her. It’s a classic. Mine isn’t as classic as the “Rat” incident back in the late 80’s but this will certainly go down in my rodent remembrances journal. (I think after you have 3 incidents you can start an official journal on the subject).
Back to decorating - I finish putting the tree together and sit down to appreciate it and have a cup of tea when something most definitely gray and small came charging up the hallway straight for me - thumpa, thumpa, thumpa, thumpa – that’s the sound it’s little rodent feet made on the carpet as it flew into the dining room and then into the kitchen. (mind you, the dogs haven’t reacted at all) Now I am standing on the sofa with the water bottle and banging the broom on the table. The little SOB came barreling back, but I jumped in front of him and made a sharp turn for the front entryway. Unfortunately that door wasn’t open and he went back into the kitchen. I had opened the patio door thinking the animal might be smart enough to run out an open door (thank God it was in the 50’s yet this evening)
SO – I call the office and they send some poor man who has to drive ½ hour to get to me. I tell him to walk right in because I have no intention of leaving my post – I am sitting on the top of my love-seat with boom at the ready and water bottle in hand – waiting for the little bastard to come out. He came out once and ducked back toward the kitchen. When the maintenance man arrived he combed the entire apartment – moving things and banging things – hopefully scaring the crap out of Mr. Squirrel. Twice around and nothing – he felt certain that our visitor left via the patio door. I can’t say I feel all warm and fuzzy about that and figure the kids will be staying in my bedroom tonight with the door closed…….
I can finally sympathize with Ronnieann’s Mom. If you never heard that story you have to ask her. It’s a classic. Mine isn’t as classic as the “Rat” incident back in the late 80’s but this will certainly go down in my rodent remembrances journal. (I think after you have 3 incidents you can start an official journal on the subject).
I finally found time to read about your battle with a squirrel. What are we going to do with you Yankee people?
ReplyDeleteWell, Ms. Cherish......just how do proper Dixie people handle a surly baby squirrel? No broom and water bottle? I don't think that's ever come up in our chats before.
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