
Huh hummm.
Changing topics.
Well, we finally got rid of the animal in our attic. If you don't remember me talking about it, we thought we had a raccoon up there, but one day my husband caught a glimpse of the intruder. Here's how it went.
"Dana, hand me the flashlight! I think I see him!"
I hand him a flashlight and hold the ladder steady while he crawls the rest of the way into the attic.
Pause.
"I see him...I see him...oh wait...SHIT! That's one big mother!"
"What is it?" I yell, thinking that we have been invaded by bears or something.
"It's a squirrel!" his voice trickled down from up above.
"A squirrel?"
There was no way that what I had heard up in that attic was a squirrel. It had scratched through the ceiling in the kid's room twice leaving dime-sized holes that we had to patch up. Hell, one night I was sitting in bed watching Law and Order when, all of the sudden, something large went running across my ceiling and made the ceiling fan wobble. It had to have been a raccoon or a bear, I said.
Hubby comes down from the attic, all dusty, with a big smile on his face.
"I think I can catch him."
Well, we didn't end up catching the fat ol' thing, but we did run him out and board up the hole near the chimney where he was getting in. And he was rather big. Must have been from spending all winter in my attic with his nuts.