The Squirrel Returns
Just a quick squirrel update. Last night, as Kristen, Henry, and a few neighbors were having a lovely dinner of hamburgers, hot dogs, corn-on-the-cob, and tater tots (oh, yes, tater tots), the brazen squirrel was harassing us.
He crawled around the back steps for a while, not 10 feet from our table, and scurried up and down the back gate as we ate… glaring his beady little eyes.
After we finished eating, Henry, Francesca (the lovely 3-year-old who lives next door), and I were running around (well, they were running, I was trying to catch up) when, out of the blue, the squirrel attacked!
Okay, it didn’t attack, but what it did was run underneath the table, scratching Craig (Francesca’s father) on the ankle.
Kristen saw this brazen behavior and screamed. Lillian, our downstairs neighbor who also was eating with us, saw nothing, but screamed louder. Craig, being a man’s man, grunted.
Well, all this screaming (and Lillian was really wailing) scared the bejeezus out of Henry, and he stared to scream and cry.
(Francesca and I had no clue what was happening. Neither of us shed tears.)
I guess we’re going to have to call the city and have them bring out a trap. Either that, or we’re calling Billy the Exterminator.
