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Wednesday, June 04, 2008
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Gee, Rock, don't know my own strength...
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So the other day I got one of those calls that seem can only come from my house. It is around 7Am, and at this point I have been at work for near 2 hours. As I walk down the hall, my cell-O-phone rings, indicating that the call is from home. So I flip the phone open, and say "hello" in a cheery voice. I am greeted my Mrs A. yelling into the phone; "FLYING SQUIRREL ALERT! FLYING SQUIRREL ALERT!" "What?..." I reply "There is a flying squirrel running around the family room!" "A flying squirrel?" "Yeah, I heard something in the ceiling, then heard what I thought was Teddy playing with Legos in the porch. It wasn't Ted, it was the squirrel playing with Legos. Then he jumped through the window into the kitchen, and chased me away from Andrew's lunch that I was making him. Then he ran into the back room, and he is still in there, running around!" "Are you sure it is a flying squirrel?" "Yeah, Charlie saw it, he knew right off what it was." "Was he wearing a little leather helmet with goggles? Is there a Moose around someplace?" "Very funny. This is a crazy house." I suggested that maybe they could get one of the cage traps I have out in the garage and try to catch it. I heard Sue pass that suggestion to Charlie, then I heard one of those lines that I am pretty sure only gets spoken around my house; "No Chaz, don't shoot him in there you'll chip the tiles!" The squirrel situation was finally resolved when they removed the screens from the windows in the back room and porch, opened the front door and Mrs. A stood guard on the stairs with a broom to keep the terrified little guy from going upstairs. Eventually he jumped up on the windowsill, after getting stuck for a moment in the pencil can by the phone, and Sue coaxed him out by simultaneously poking the broom in his direction and making her signature hissing "shoo animal noise", that she always uses against unwanted critters of all sorts. Never a dull moment around here. |
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| thus voiced The A, Mistah @ 8:38 PM | |
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