A few times a year, a bird gets into my chimney. I have by now perfected the technique of letting it in through the fireplace and out a window.
Today, however, was the first time a squirrel popped out. Here’s the photo and message I posted on Facebook (find me here) about the incident:
Long story, but it took about an hour to get this squirrel out of my house. He kept trying to squeeze through the crack in the door, rather than walk 2 feet around it to freedom. I couldn’t criticize him, though, reflecting that his situation was perhaps a metaphor for my own life. Plus, I banged my head twice on that chandelier.
When we were at this standoff, I actually made tea and just stood against the far wall, watching the thing. I needed it to walk out of that nook so I could push it out of the door (with a broom). But it was taking too long, so I had my son get a long stick and stand on the deck outside, to get the squirrel away from that side of the door. It was a team effort.