Squirrel
OK, I discovered how loud I really can scream when a squirrel jumped out at me and Jack when we opened the door to the stairwell yesterday. Then it ran upstairs and hid behind the fridge and we ran into a corner of the basement. Then Dylan and his dad created a path of boxes and got it to run back downstairs, but it went in the basement not out the open door.
Meanwhile the guy who runs the squirrel resort is busy capturing others on the roof in prep for closing up the various warrens, which now must offer house egress.
And all this is going to cost as much as 2-3 pairs of Pradas!! Oh well, I bought some Pradas anyways on Saturday morning - you know, I really NEEDED them.
hey I nabbed this guy’s photo off Flickr - thanks unknown guy.
