Squirrel fun time
tonight... was quite a night
so, my mom decides to bake a cake, but I guess my sister wasn't all together with that plan or something (I dunno! I always thought women had this amazing built in 'collaborative ESP' for their gender. Tonight completely shattered my theories on that).
As the cake gets finished and all, we find out my sister has let the flying squirrel into the house. Ooookay. Well. We'll put the cake under the light, right? It hates light. ...
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I'm sure you already know what happened, but let me try my best to sum it up in a couple sentences:
So, my mom suddenly screams and says "Ahhh! It's trying to get the cake! Someone get it! Get IT NOW!!!" And I'm eating a piece of cake. My mom is yelling because she caught the squirrel, and it was trying to get off her to get the cake. When I saw my mom with the squirrel on her, I obviously ran the other way (rather than go and save the whole cake. I had my piece, after all). My sister just rolls on the floor, laughing, as my mom goes from grabbing the squirrel to grabbing the cake... and so the squirrel is leaping around on my mom, trying to get at the cake just above her head. And then me? I eventually stop laughing and take the cake from my mom (once my piece is secured from said squirrel), and run away. I thrusted the cake into the oven and shut it. Instantly, the squirrel's nose points at MY PIECE OF CAKE (apparently hiding it in a dark corner doesn't work)! Nooooo! So, I run over, grab my plate, and my mom, upset from before, starts walking after me, the squirrel bobbing happily on her shoulder... trying to get a bead on the cake.
Well, eventually it jumped off my mom and grabbed the knife we used to cut the cake (the butter knife flew off the cake platter during the run-around) and licked all the chocolate off it. I mean, that squirrel OWNED that knife. Looked like she'd shank you with her teeth if you tried to pry the knife away. And man was it cute. Didn't get a photo, but ... well... just imagine a flappy little rodent with chocolate icing all over its face and whiskers and its mouth chewing away as it fills it's cheeks up. Still, I was a loser and ate my cake as fast as possible. My sister protested "Hey! Why didn't you save some for her!". Screw that. Cute pictures don't sit well in my tummy.
Sadly, sugar and chocolate only makes a squirrel nuttier. Later, I tried to have a soda, and something similar happened (the thing likes EVERYTHING that humans like... and then some)... but I gave it a rose to eat and it turned around.
I'm divided, really. It's so cute... but so heinously evil.
EEEEVIL
so, my mom decides to bake a cake, but I guess my sister wasn't all together with that plan or something (I dunno! I always thought women had this amazing built in 'collaborative ESP' for their gender. Tonight completely shattered my theories on that).
As the cake gets finished and all, we find out my sister has let the flying squirrel into the house. Ooookay. Well. We'll put the cake under the light, right? It hates light. ...
...
I'm sure you already know what happened, but let me try my best to sum it up in a couple sentences:
So, my mom suddenly screams and says "Ahhh! It's trying to get the cake! Someone get it! Get IT NOW!!!" And I'm eating a piece of cake. My mom is yelling because she caught the squirrel, and it was trying to get off her to get the cake. When I saw my mom with the squirrel on her, I obviously ran the other way (rather than go and save the whole cake. I had my piece, after all). My sister just rolls on the floor, laughing, as my mom goes from grabbing the squirrel to grabbing the cake... and so the squirrel is leaping around on my mom, trying to get at the cake just above her head. And then me? I eventually stop laughing and take the cake from my mom (once my piece is secured from said squirrel), and run away. I thrusted the cake into the oven and shut it. Instantly, the squirrel's nose points at MY PIECE OF CAKE (apparently hiding it in a dark corner doesn't work)! Nooooo! So, I run over, grab my plate, and my mom, upset from before, starts walking after me, the squirrel bobbing happily on her shoulder... trying to get a bead on the cake.
Well, eventually it jumped off my mom and grabbed the knife we used to cut the cake (the butter knife flew off the cake platter during the run-around) and licked all the chocolate off it. I mean, that squirrel OWNED that knife. Looked like she'd shank you with her teeth if you tried to pry the knife away. And man was it cute. Didn't get a photo, but ... well... just imagine a flappy little rodent with chocolate icing all over its face and whiskers and its mouth chewing away as it fills it's cheeks up. Still, I was a loser and ate my cake as fast as possible. My sister protested "Hey! Why didn't you save some for her!". Screw that. Cute pictures don't sit well in my tummy.
Sadly, sugar and chocolate only makes a squirrel nuttier. Later, I tried to have a soda, and something similar happened (the thing likes EVERYTHING that humans like... and then some)... but I gave it a rose to eat and it turned around.
I'm divided, really. It's so cute... but so heinously evil.
EEEEVIL