It would have been a lot funnier if it had not completely grossed me out.
This morning as I was getting ready I heard quite a commotion in the kitchen. Thinking Munchkin was tearing into some treats I walk right past her and hear squabbling. Squirrelly squabbling. And it was IN the kitchen. I’m sitting there freaking out, thinking at first there are rats in my cabinets. Then I realize it’s a squirrel. And I’m having a heart attack trying to to decide what I should be doing at this point. Open the cabinets and risk getting attacked? Leave him in there to die and stink up our house?
So I called my husband instead. He came home, opened the cabinets and figured out the dang animal was stuck in the oven vent. We called pest control and he came over right away, drilled open the vent and tried to fish him out. No luck. So he threw some moth balls into the top of the microwave, set a trap and duct taped the cabinet shut. “Call me if you hear the trap go off.”
Fast forward to a few hours later, the girls and I walk in the door after dinner (husband was at a movie with his Dad) and Diva with eyes as big as saucers spots him first. He’s in our Christmas tree chattering away. Not kidding.
What in the HELL do I do now??
I shoo the girls into their rooms and call my neighbors in because, “THERE IS A SQUIRREL IN MY HOUSE!!”
We open the doors and they chase the little rodent up the bookshelf, the curtains, the kitchen, the counter, back to the tree, behind the couch and finally out the door.
Oh my gosh.
Not to mention he left some wonderful treats behind.
I spent the next hour sanitizing the crap out of my house.