My first thoughts upon entering our utopian house last night were "We've been broken into!" The place looked ransacked. Which it kind of was, only not by a human, we had been ransacked by maybe a squirrel or a chipmunk. Which ever one poops more is probably the one that got in, because holy cow, poops everywhere.
And by everywhere I mean every single freaking room including bathrooms. It also tried to chew it's way into the one room with a closed door. Not sure what to do about a chewed up door bottom. Is there a fix for that?
I miss jailbait, who bravely chased that little squirrel out of the house two summers ago. Right now, as we speak there are two peanut butter loaded humane have a heart traps set and ready. I'm not sure where I'd take something that we caught, but I'll deal with that if it happens. I'm a little afraid that the pooper will stay in hiding until we leave. Or that the pooper is already dead somewhere in the house and will start to smell. I don't smell anything yet. It did eat enough left over from Thanksgiving chocolate truffle balls to give itself a heart attack. It also chewed the top off of a bottle of canola oil and spilled it all over my stove. (Thanks!) Didn't touch the olive oil though. It ate a box of gluten free Mary's gone crackers crackers, but passed on the wheat thins. Interesting. It also ate some honey Matt brought back from Romania. I'm not sure how it got the lid off or where the lid went.
As long as I am sharing weird, sit down for this one. I had a little macabre collection of a dried butterfly, a tiny little dehydrated flattened turtle and a bunny (I think it was a bunny) skull that I found in stepford while walking bear bait under the power lines on my kitchen window and it's all gone. What could a critter want with another critter's skull bone? Creepy isn't it? I did find the butterfly but not the skull or turtle.
I know I should go int the attic but I'm scared.
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