Tuesday, June 12, 2007

What was that sanctimonious claptrap that Curmudgeon was spouting this morning?

Some nonsense about being creatures of the earth....


And while Curmudgeon was busy composing about the wonders of nature, he was distracted by a loud trilling noise -- sounded like a bird to Curmudgeon's uneducated ear....

Eventually, he rose to investigate.

It was a squirrel. Sitting in the front window.

In the living room.

In the living room.

That same squirrel is now roaming around the Curmudgeon's bedroom. Long Suffering Spouse has come back from teaching summer school and will not enter the marital abode until said squirrel has been dispatched.

The City of Chicago promises service... maybe sometime today.

Curmudgeon found a pest control service on line... eventually... maybe he'll tell you about it later.

But there's a squirrel in the house!

Creatures of the earth indeed. A highrise never seemed more attractive....


sari said...

My family used to have a mountain cabin...my parents went there one weekend and found a dead squirrel in the bed! At least he's not dead in the house, though I wouldn't be too happy about a live one.

I heard they like Spuddies! (see Over the Hedge)...

Empress Bee (of the high sea) said...

honey just so you know, in a highrise birds fly in! (honest!)

smiles, bee


Jean-Luc Picard said...

Squirrels must have been thinking "nuts to you."

Linda said...

So, how does it feel to really be living in the "nut house" these days??

Where fibers meet mud said...

Squirelly these days are you?

Hope LSS is happy at the local Hampton Inn! Because that is where I would be.

Gardens are one thing - but varmits are another and never the twain shall meet!