I came home yesterday and heard a noise in my kitchen sink. It’s a very deep sink, like a commercial sink, two sided.
I’d had a box sitting in the left hand part of the sink, and there was clearly a rustling. My son was with me, and said, “It’s a squirrel.”
I was terrified, and my 6’ 2” son peeked over and said he could see that it was hiding under the flap of the box in the sink.
I pictured it with fangs and foaming at the mouth. I immediately went into panic mode, as I am wont to do. How were we going to get the squirrel out of the sink?
We were both apprehensive, and went and sat in the car. What were we going to do? Will he try to eat our faces? The way my luck had been running, he would try, and be successful, at eating our faces.
My son then manned up, and said let’s go in and take care of this.
He grabbed a huge snow shovel. He antagonized the squirrel by banging on the box in the sink. It jumped out and I screamed. It went upstairs.
I found a 25 year old baby gate in the back room and stretched it across the kitchen door opening to block it, so the only way out was out the front door.
My son grabbed a broom, and I had the snow shovel. He chased it down the stairs and out the door.
Our faces are intact.
But I don’t know how long I can take this.
Michele Koomen says
I look forward to your posts, you leave me wanting more! Good to know that your faces are intact! Your writing is engaging and solid. I am so looking forward to reading a book with your name as author!!
A true pleasure reading your work!
jane says
Michele, I just saw this. Thank you so much for your kind words, they mean a lot. xoxoxo