Remember when a robin made its way into our living room via our chimney? Well, about 2 weeks ago I heard sounds in our chimney again, and told DanO that I thought maybe there was another bird. Thankfully, it wasn’t like the first time where the chirping and the proximity of the scratching noises made the bird’s presence undeniable. This time there were no chirps and the sound of movement seemed to come and go so much so that I forgot about it.
One day last week I was standing outside our front door bringing in groceries when a grey squirrel started clicking and yelling at me from my roof like it owned the place. It was comical, really, a rodent defending my house. Silly squirrel.
This morning when I made eye contact with the grey squirrel standing on my kitchen table, I was not laughing anymore.
Is this just my lot in life? To have various wild creatures invade my home?
I called DanO at work. “There’s a squirrel in the kitchen.”
“Der a quirrel in da kitchen Mommy?!!?” The two year old had overheard and the secret was out (thankfully like last time, OBrother was napping for the whole shebang). I spent the 5 minutes between the phone call and DanO’s arrival holding OBoy close to me and telling him that we would have to wait until Daddy was home to go meet the squirrel in the kitchen.
My life is so weird.
Also, can I point out here that we have a dog yet I was the one who noticed the squirrel? I’d say she’s not worth her weight in hunting abilities, but she only weighs 5lbs, so I guess maybe that’s about right.
By the time DanO got here, I had heard the sound of scratchy running on the stairs going down into the basement, so we started the search there. Our basement is something of a disaster, which was pro and con. Pro, we had zero guilt about recklessly shoving things out of the way to get to the squirrel, con, there were eleventy bajillion different places for the squirrel to hide.
A few frantic appearances, some walking up the walls, and lots of clicking/yelling later, we had him cornered. Speaking of that 5lb dog, her travel crate came in very handy at this point. Using towels and boxes, we gave the squirrel one escape route from his corner: the crate.
Victory is ours! You can imagine why I don’t have nearly as many pictures of this wildlife wrangling session as I did of the bird. Squirrels are crazy, yo.
In the foreground: the squirrel we found in our house. In the background: the bananas on my kitchen table.
Our toddler had stayed safely in the living room for the hunt, but was pretty excited about the result. “We hab new doggie now? We hab little quirrel doggie?”
(S sounds on the beginning of words are hard.)
After a phone call to animal control for some advice, it was decided that this evening we will be taking a family trip out to a state park at least 10 miles away and on the other side of a body of water to release him.
Which means that OBoy, OBrother, Coconut (which OBoy named our new furry friend) and I will be staring at each other all afternoon.
Friends and readers (who are friends I just haven’t met yet), Coconut. Coconut, meet my friends and readers.
My life is so weird.