[Um, No. That's not rain.] Then he rolled over and closed his eyes again. Hello? There is something in our chimney! About ten minutes later, we heard boom a loom a loom boom boom boom BOOOMM. Holy crap, what was that? THEN, Parker got out of bed to check out the situation. :) I love you honey!
Whatever it was, it was stunned and didn't move for a while. Later, we heard scratching and clawing. We figured it was a squirrel because anyone who's been to our house knows about the crazy squirrels we have around here thanks to our old lady neighbor who FEEDS and NAMES them. Shaking my head.
Well, we called around - Homeowner's Association, Animal Control, Pest Removal - apparently, no one "deals" with this kind of situation. It's okay though, because Parker decided to take it on himself.
Plan A:
If you can't tell, that's Parker attempting to open the draft with a string, causing the squirrel to fall in "this here" box, followed by Parker putting the top on the box and carefully removing said squirrel. Oh, and me watching from the guest bedroom with the door cracked. Hahaha!
Well, Plan A didn't work, so we called some folks we thought might have experience with this type of situation. Parker came up with Plan B: To Smoke His Tail Out of There.
So, with a Rubbermaid storage container lid to "steer him out" and the front door wide open, he started a fire in the fireplace. A HUGE FIRE, which did smoke his tail out of there - in fact, Mr. Squirrel came darting out of the fireplace WITH HIS TAIL ON FIRE! AND, instead of running out the open front door, he ran around the house!
Okay, let's back up a second. We read online that if you shut all the other room doors and turn out all the lights except where you want the squirrel to go, the squirrel will follow the light. LIES. Not true at all.
Mr. Squirrel ran under the couch, under the table, under the couch, under the table, around the living room... Parker searched everywhere until finally, he was convinced that Mr. Squirrel must have snuck out the front door. The problem was that I hadn't seen our friend crawl out the front door, so I wasn't ready to come out of the guest bedroom.
Lucky for us, my doubts caused Parker to "prove" to me the squirrel wasn't in the house by checking everything one last time. The sneaky little fellow was behind the TV stand. :)
Then he ran under a table causing the book The Prayer of Jabez to fall in the floor. Parker slid the book at the squirrel and finally he ran out the door. Charred tail and all.
God works in mysterious ways. Thank the Lord for The Prayer of Jabez.
Our living room afterwards:
My hero, my husband:
Husband of the Year Award? I think so.
