A Squirrel In The Chimney
A bunch of years ago I had a squirrel visit me inside the house. I don’t like watching squirrels inside the house.
I was minding my own business watching a Yankee game when I heard a thump in my chimney. Then I heard scrapping as if something was trying to climb up the chimney.
This couldn’t be good.
I slowly went to the fireplace, gingerly opened the flue and jammed closed the fireplace screen. A minute later, a small squirrel, clinging to the flue peered head first right at me.
This was not good.
The squirrel was going nowhere, but neither was I. I knew that left alone a squirrel would quickly find a way through the fire screen and I would have a climbing screeching scratching biting creature in my home.
That would not be good.
Using chairs, cushions, pillows and whatever I could find to use as a barrier, I formed a path from the fireplace imprisoned squirrel to the back door. I opened the door, and I crept to the fireplace, where the squirrel was getting…well squirrelly. Using the fire poker, I reached out and pulled the screen back.
If this worked it would be good.
The squirrel cautiously peeked though the open screen, looked at me, looked at the open door, paused some more and then made a mad dash to freedom. I followed him to the door and slammed it shut right behind him.
That was good.
The Yankees lost.
That was bad.