Thursday, December 17, 2009

Bubba Shot The Juke Box (from the archives)

It was just another quiet day on the home front........or so we thought.  

Could it possibly be this easy?  Of course not.  

Kate was at her computer and I was at mine, although we were both in the dining room, which is adjacent to the entrance of the sun porch, when all of a sudden,


We both stood up and looked toward the sun porch to see the cat flying out of there like a bat out of hell!

Rocky the squirrel was standing up on his back legs and about 6 feet from Kate as their eyes met.

Kate yells, "IT'S THE SQUIRREL!"


Rocky turned around and took a flying leap at the window.

He head butted the glass with a BOOM, knocking himself down with a WHAP to the wicker settee and breaking a flower pot in the process.

At this point, Kate and I immediately took an exit, stage left, and vacated the premises.  This is what we in Georgia like to call, "hauling ass".

People, this squirrel was HUGE.  It was no little baby squirrel.  We're talking FULL GROWN adult size.  He looked like a damn............., a damn..........., really BIG squirrel.

My first instinct was to get out as quickly as possible and just let the squirrel have whatever he wanted.

After getting his bell rung from the head butt on the glass window, Rocky hopped down and walked calmly back into the laundry room.........we think.  There are a lot of clothes in there, so he could be disguised in most anything.

So now we are at Plan B.  Minor has closed off that entire area of the house (the laundry room and back room with the sliding glass door).  I don't think Rocky can't get into this portion of the house again.  

We will purchase an animal trap from the hardware store tomorrow.

He will look much better behind bars.   All the holes are plugged, so he shouldn't be able to get in again.

I hope it doesn't come to this.  But I'm not promising anything.


Damn, my head hurts.

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