rcraw45425
<font color=darkorchid>I'm a 43 year old mom with
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This happened a while back but since I see others are battling these little rodents, here goes:
During the hurricanes (you know which ones), our chimney cap was blown off. It became a "round to it" project (chimney is very tall, roof has steep pitch). One night, DH and I were in bed, Scruffy the demon Shih-Tzu was at the foot of the bed in his normal spot. For some reason I woke, must have heard a noise or something. Ever felt like you were being watched?? There was a nightlight in the bedroom, I thought I saw our 5 foot banana tree next to the bed MOVING. I turned the light on low and found myself staring into gleaming little beady eyes. SQUIRREL! Flying squirrel to be exact.
I woke DH up, dog was already awake and making those funny rumbling noises in his throat. We procede to chase the squirrel around the bed room trying to run it into a wastebasket with a broom. No luck. DH walks over to the gun cabinet and opens it. Pulls out the pellet rifle, pops the squirrel. Climbs back in bed, looks at me and says "I killed it, you clean it up" and lays down.
My reply: "so, squirrel and biscuits for breakfast, right?"
YOU MIGHT BE A REDNECK IF YOU'VE EVER SHOT WILD GAME IN YOUR BEDROOM
During the hurricanes (you know which ones), our chimney cap was blown off. It became a "round to it" project (chimney is very tall, roof has steep pitch). One night, DH and I were in bed, Scruffy the demon Shih-Tzu was at the foot of the bed in his normal spot. For some reason I woke, must have heard a noise or something. Ever felt like you were being watched?? There was a nightlight in the bedroom, I thought I saw our 5 foot banana tree next to the bed MOVING. I turned the light on low and found myself staring into gleaming little beady eyes. SQUIRREL! Flying squirrel to be exact.
I woke DH up, dog was already awake and making those funny rumbling noises in his throat. We procede to chase the squirrel around the bed room trying to run it into a wastebasket with a broom. No luck. DH walks over to the gun cabinet and opens it. Pulls out the pellet rifle, pops the squirrel. Climbs back in bed, looks at me and says "I killed it, you clean it up" and lays down.
My reply: "so, squirrel and biscuits for breakfast, right?" YOU MIGHT BE A REDNECK IF YOU'VE EVER SHOT WILD GAME IN YOUR BEDROOM
