The Guest

I invited a squirrel to move into our house

It has been a very cold winter

This little guy seemed to be suffering

He is quite skinny and often gets chased away from the food I put out by the other squirrels

Evidently he is the low guy in the peanut gallery

The little fellow graciously accepted my invitation

The first few minutes he seemed to be a very polite guest

Staying on the floor and roaming the kitchen picking up crumbs of food

I thought maybe I won’t have to sweep the floor as often

He then went airborne

Drapes, furniture and hoping from picture to picture

The episode evolved into utter chaos and destruction

After corning him in the guest room where he had shredded a comforter

I succeeded in capturing him

I wisely was donned with leather work gloves

He had the nerve to attempt to chew my fingers off

We parted with some heated words

I did not understand him nor did he understand me

The only lesson I can glean from this experience is squirrels should not be allowed in one’s house

The only generalization that came out of this fiasco came from the lips of my wife

“Never do anything without asking me first”