Well animal control came, they thought I called in for a dog. The guy came to the door with a leach, I thought that was very strange way of catching a squirrel...but I am not the expert here. Then we talked and he ran out to the truck and got a cage and a jar of peanut butter. The half hardly looked under my bed and did a broad look over the room and said, "well he must be gone". I thought NO WAY!!! he is here and your just not looking hard enough. Then he said he didn't want to get bit - and I did??? He informed me the only thing he can do is put a cage down with some pb and if he is around we will come to the trap. So initially he set it up under my bed - I was going crazy inside for several blatten obvious reasons. And he said, "well just give us a call, when you hear the trap go off". I was like OK, perfect! So I did a 10 min church "dress-up" and bolted to church. While there for 3 hours, prayed that I would come home to a little guys in a cage. Well I rushed home - no critter, no I am in full distress and can't talk an afternoon nap on my bed for fear of being attached by a flying squirrel. My roommates are some what sympathetic but I know deep down are glad it's not them dealing with this...but now the guy could be anywhere.
So later in the evening call the big Bro-In-Law to do a sweep and confirmation he was not there. He and the family came over, of course he came prepared with a hunting knife (I don't know what he would do with that and I did not ask). He did an excellent job of scouting out the room and said this guy is gone and he could have crawled under the large door gap to my room. So we moved the cage from under bed and I placed it near the door. I don't know how long I can keep it there without feeling sick or on constant toes. I give a hug thanks to Sgt Slaughter and my sister and Cad-man for coming over. Well it was time to face my maker - I couldn't put sleep off anymore, no squirrel was going to force me onto the sofa. So I said a prayer and slept with one eye open.
As of this morning there is no guest in the hotel cage and as of what will be there when I come back home tonight is any ones guess??? The saga continues...
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Hey, nothing beats having a live animal trap in your bedroom. Seriously, it takes me back to the Great Flea Infestation of 2005 that my sisters and I lived through. I'll have to blog about that somtime...
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