The last time I had a drop of hard alcohol was in 1979. I was served a single gin and tonic at a gathering of work colleagues. I quickly deteriorated into a state of drunken madness. I am not exaggerating here! Attila was present and he will vouch for me. Since I got completely wasted on ONE drink, I am either allergic to alcohol or someone slipped me a mickey!
On the drive home from the party I kept lamenting the sad estate of squirrels. How do they hang onto that thin little telephone wire way waaayyyy up in the sky? How do they stay warm in the winter? I started to wail at the sadness of it all. Then I dissolved into giggles. Then hysterical laughter and back to wrenching sobs. These rapid mood swings threatened to produce a bad case of mental whip lash. And people do this for fun?
This past Wednesday (Family DInner night) we got ourselves a new squirrel story. No alcohol was involved. Our son-in-law (Jesse) had gone upstairs to use the facilities. He called down to Declan to come up and join him on the second floor. This was highly suspicious behavior. Lyryn and Katie both called up to him asking what was going on, but no answers were forthcoming. Declan (being the curious kind) responded by bounding up the steps, with Lyryn and Ashley right behind him.
There was a brief moment of relative quiet. Katie was holding Jayden. Down the stairs came two screeching she-cats (Lyryn and Ashley). Lyryn told us that a monstrous squirrel had run over her bare feet on its way from Attila’s den to my office. She was telling this story SO loudly that Jayden broke into hysterical sobs, calmed only by his mother’s touch.
Apparently a very large squirrel made its way into our house when no one was looking. We don’t have a storm door on the kitchen and Attila was going in and out of the house in order to grill the marinated chicken.
Anyhooo…. The rodent ended up running down the hall (over Lyryn’s foot), jumping up onto my desk and throwing itself against the glass window in a doomed escape attempt. It jumped up to the ceiling fan and sat chewing on the mini-blind cord. Then the boys managed to get it down and herded it over to the side window (which they had opened). It took very little encouragement to get it to jump into the tree growing next to the house. Now I just need to check the house for squirrel droppings…
