Friday, August 10, 2012

Where The Wild Things Are

After I finished putting the primer on my new cabinet last night I was relaxing and catching up on my blog reading when I was startled by the sound of something running across the ceiling of the art room.  What the??  We get cats and squirrels and even herons on our roof from time to time but this was so loud I could hear it INSIDE the art room.  Thump, thump, thump.  I know what a mouse in the wall sounds like and this was no mouse.

I ran outside and looked on the roof and saw nothing.  I went into the living room where The Husband was watching television and told him I thought there was an animal in the attic.  He gave me a perplexed look like I was speaking some foreign language.  Back to the art room I went.  There it was again.  Back to the living room.  "Seriously, I think there is an animal in the attic!".

The Husband (aka My Hero) grudgingly got up and followed me out.  The charging around had stopped and it now sounded like it was doing back flips above the water heater.  The water heater closet is actually open to the attic in the top.  My art room is in what was once an attached one-car garage.

The Husband put his hand on the doorknob and, not being a hero myself, I immediately retreated out the back door to the relative safety of the patio.  He came to the back door and looked at me.  I replied to his look with "Oh my gosh, what are we going to do about this??".  That is the Royal We, of course, meaning him and not ME.  Trying to be helpful, though, I said "What would Clark Griswold do?"

"Clark" armed himself with the big garage broom, used my new rolling cabinet to block the stairs to the kitchen, and WENT IN.  I propped open the back screen door and stood outside offering words of encouragement like "eeeeek" and "don't let it get up the stairs".

He opened the closet door and commenced flailing about with the broom.  Whack, whack, poke, poke and out runs a very dazed and confused squirrel.  Panicked racing around in circles ensued.  The squirrel, not The Husband.  He used my folded McGuiver light box to block it's path and herd it out the back door where I made my contribution by clapping my hands and saying "shoo, shoo".
Today he will be checking the screens on the attic vents.  My Hero.


laurie -magpie ethel said...

I hate to admit it but during the winter we have a creature (I think a squirrel) that we hear in one particular part of our wall. I will give the wall a thump when I hear it. Only in the winter occasionally, and for probably the last four years or so. At least you took care of your creature!

Maggie said...

great story! Rodents in or near the house totally freak me out. We have a scratching critter in the attic space above our bedroom--the pest control guy said it's a "roof rat", and set traps. eeeeeyuchhhhhh!!!

Your husband is a hero.

You have very useful family members: sons who build you awesome cabinets and husbands who fearlessly protect you from vermin. You need to keep those two around :-)

My Vintage Mending said...

We have a running joke in our family that we are the griswolds. Everything and I mean everything happens to us. We even dressed up as Uncle Eddy and I (his wife) for a Halloween party. Go get'em Clark...smiles...Renee

Andy's Attic said...

Good for your Hero!! Living out in the country we have had creatures (usually field mice) in the house but NO squirrel. I would have gone outside, too.

oldgreymare said... know how I feel about anything that can scurry.

Blessed Serendipity said...

LOL I can picture the whole scene! Hope you (and the squirrel) have recovered by now.


Betsy@My Salvaged Treasures said...

OMG!! You had me sitting at the edge of my seat here. At least you were able to shoo it out the door without any, hmm, permanent damage. Let's just hope his family isn't waiting for him to return to their new comfortable home in your home.