I tell you, even after hearing scrabbling noises in one's chimney and assuming that either a bird or a squirrel is the cause, it is an unsettling feeling to see a large squirrel, black with soot, simply walk into the family room. This is especially unsettling for someone who's lived in a family which hasn't had a single pet in six or eight years, and who hardly likes squirrels, at least when they are in his home, freaked out, and crawling over his computer. After the little bugger ran roughshod for a bit, climbing onto the mantlepiece and onto chairs, walking over CD cases in front of our CD player, launching himself desperately at the window in the assumption that it led to freedom, knocking over a Kleenex box, and even having a go at playing our piano, he was finally coaxed to run out our front door, which I had opened.
So that was pretty weird! :P
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a). Good story! :)
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Excitement for the "morning"? That'd be enough excitement for a year in my world - altough looking out my kitchen window and realizing that my 7 year old had a garbage bag and was about to play "parachute" off the 2nd story balcony of the house has to be the big "excitement" (a.k.a. panic attack or nervous break down) for this year.
Hope you are doing well! ~Aunt, Sandy
Connor, I just learned about your blog and wanted to say hi. :-) We once raised a squirrel baby for about six months and had a blast. If you are on Abby's Facebook account, or maybe it's her Xanga (Ataralasse111) you can see old photos of our dear little fella.
Mrs. Marsch
Who expects you applied early to Hillsdale? :-)
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