Chasing Squirrels Inside - With a Wiffle Ball Bat
“Mom? There’s a squirrel in the living abide.”
This is what Georgia said to me as I was washing dishes Monday night. While initially thinking that she was making it up, my eye wandered over to the kitchenette screen that had an obvious squirrel-sized hole chewed through it and I realized she might be right.
As she and I peered around the corner into the living stay and saw that little rodent just sitting up on its hind legs, not even remotely bothered that we were there, it struck me:
WE ARE TRAPPED IN THE HOUSE WITH A SQUIRREL.
Useless to say, we screamed and ran outside.
Ever the responsible parent, I realized that although Georgia and I might be “safe” shell, poor little Quinn was asleep in his crib upstairs. With Andy and Ben at baseball practice (and my dear placate NOT answering his phone as I shrieked like a loon onto his voicemail), I knew I had to act. I did what any other fearless mother would.
