Squirrel Invasion, Part 1
On the topic of animals - Husband calls me from his cell to tell me is going home, and plans to take a little nap upstairs before supper, so if I see his car but not him, that's what he's up to.
Nope. No rest for the wicked, apparently. He gets home, strips off shoes and pants, and goes over to set the air conditioner and there is a giant ragged hole in the plastic piece that holds the machine into the sill - looking through he can see outside, a chewed up sill, and, looking down, his sock feet rest in a mound of plastic shavings.
The penny drops. His head whips up as he comes to grips with the possibility that Something successfully gnawed its way in AND IS STILL INSIDE. After a spell of ear-strain and carefully lifting things and checking corners, I get home, and he barrels down the steps, still sans pants - I NEED YOU TO GO GET BUG SPRAY AND INSULATING FOAM STAT!!! He actually said that, "STAT."
I throw him some contraband bug spray I had never gotten around to throwing away, and go to buy foam, still having no idea what happened. All I saw was a large man yelling for bug spray and foam. I imagined a swarm of bees has congregated in the bathroom or something, vampire attack, some reason I was being ushered out of the house peremptorily.
He never found the Something. I think squirrel, since there was a nest of sticks he knocked out from under the air conditioner, the size of the gnaw marks, and the daylight nature of the air conditioner reconstruction project. (Possum and raccoon are around, but are nocturnal.) He used the bug spray to soak where the nest had been, and we now have a blob of foam filling the hole. Chew through that, you lil bastard. ;)
Nope. No rest for the wicked, apparently. He gets home, strips off shoes and pants, and goes over to set the air conditioner and there is a giant ragged hole in the plastic piece that holds the machine into the sill - looking through he can see outside, a chewed up sill, and, looking down, his sock feet rest in a mound of plastic shavings.
The penny drops. His head whips up as he comes to grips with the possibility that Something successfully gnawed its way in AND IS STILL INSIDE. After a spell of ear-strain and carefully lifting things and checking corners, I get home, and he barrels down the steps, still sans pants - I NEED YOU TO GO GET BUG SPRAY AND INSULATING FOAM STAT!!! He actually said that, "STAT."
I throw him some contraband bug spray I had never gotten around to throwing away, and go to buy foam, still having no idea what happened. All I saw was a large man yelling for bug spray and foam. I imagined a swarm of bees has congregated in the bathroom or something, vampire attack, some reason I was being ushered out of the house peremptorily.
He never found the Something. I think squirrel, since there was a nest of sticks he knocked out from under the air conditioner, the size of the gnaw marks, and the daylight nature of the air conditioner reconstruction project. (Possum and raccoon are around, but are nocturnal.) He used the bug spray to soak where the nest had been, and we now have a blob of foam filling the hole. Chew through that, you lil bastard. ;)