Saturday, January 20, 2007


I was just getting home from the hairdresser's, and I walked into hubby's room to check the little have-a-heart trap we set to catch teh mousie who's been nibbling wires and leaving little shits around. It was sprung, but it was empty.

I was beginning to suspect the CIA & FBI & ATF were looking for evidence - or hiding evidence: broken wine glass, little smudgy footprints on my sheets, stuff fallen off of shelves. ;)

I looked up at a little noise, and there was a full sized grey squirrel, hanging out on hubby's bed. He skeedaddeled, and is now in the house somewhere. I've barracaded myself into the only room that I know he can't be in, and I'm waiting for hubby to get home.

That's my story, and I'm stickin' with it!


Blogger The Fat Lady Sings said...

Oh god, honey! How in hell did the squirrel get in? I'm with you - let hubby deal with it! I HATE shit like that. Last week I found a small snakeskin by the front door - INSIDE THE HOUSE! I don't know whether it became kitty dinner or was an old skin one of the cats brought up from the basement; and believe me - I don't like either implication one damn bit! Maybe your squirrel can come get my snake – whatdya say?

1:19 AM, January 21, 2007  
Blogger Missouri Mule said...

LMAO! Girl, you're crazy! Now I can't get this image of you huddled up in the corner out of my head. But then again, maybe you should have that squirrel checked out. He COULD have a little implant in his brain, ya know? LOL!

2:31 PM, January 21, 2007  
Blogger oldwhitelady said...

That's pretty neat. You should get your camera out and take squirrely pictures. I hope the little creature doesn't make a mess. They sure have a lot of energy. If you opened the door and shooed it toward the door, it would go out. I guess your hubby can do it:)

7:34 PM, January 21, 2007  

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