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Yesterday, a critter of some kind (we believe it's a squirrel) fell into the chimney (the screen or whatever up on the chimney is like rusted to death and probably broken so things frequently get in there; thankfully we don't use it!). I took it upon myself today to make people help me rescue it (because it involved moving a lot of heavy furniture to even get to the fireplace, since we don't use it and that's where the TV's entertainment center thing goes and also we have a lot of junk that got piled up there). And so once I'm back there, and I know it's in the flue, I formed a plan.
Pillowcase, trashcan (with the pillowcase in it like one would put a trashbag in), beach towel at the ready, flashlight, and gloves on - the plan is to put the trashcan/pillowcase under the flue, and then open it up and let the squirrel fall in, then quickly throw the beach towel on top and run for the front door.
Of course, nothing goes as planned, because first the trash can doesn't fit and then we get a smaller one and then I open it up and then... nothing happens. So I take the flashlight and look up, and there's a dead bluebird in there. So I freak the hell out because dead things make me sad/sick/scared all at once (and I think because of this medicine I'm over-emotional, so I seriously almost cried). Sister replaces me back there - bird falls in trash can, dad takes it outside.... we reset the pillowcase/trashcan, and... nothing happens again. No squirrel.
So now both of them left and I'm home alone again, and the living room is totally trashed because of our efforts, and we had to close up the flue/fireplace again. So if I hear it scratching I'm supposed to try again. Hopefully we can get it out sometime before it dies too. :(
Earlier I was watching alive!birds, and they're cute and pretty and so now I'm sad. But also glad we got it out (I don't know how long it'd been in there - it didn't smell, but it didn't look, erm, recent, either...) because the idea of dead things being within the house in even that sort of way freaks me out. A lot. I don't even like dead bugs near me... *flailshiver*
Anyway, I am going to go wash up really good (I am covered in DUST, and also feel sort of creepy having been that close to something which was dead, even though that's sort of totally irrational since I didn't even touch it), and then make myself something for dinner - everyone else is eating out tonight. Hmph...
Pillowcase, trashcan (with the pillowcase in it like one would put a trashbag in), beach towel at the ready, flashlight, and gloves on - the plan is to put the trashcan/pillowcase under the flue, and then open it up and let the squirrel fall in, then quickly throw the beach towel on top and run for the front door.
Of course, nothing goes as planned, because first the trash can doesn't fit and then we get a smaller one and then I open it up and then... nothing happens. So I take the flashlight and look up, and there's a dead bluebird in there. So I freak the hell out because dead things make me sad/sick/scared all at once (and I think because of this medicine I'm over-emotional, so I seriously almost cried). Sister replaces me back there - bird falls in trash can, dad takes it outside.... we reset the pillowcase/trashcan, and... nothing happens again. No squirrel.
So now both of them left and I'm home alone again, and the living room is totally trashed because of our efforts, and we had to close up the flue/fireplace again. So if I hear it scratching I'm supposed to try again. Hopefully we can get it out sometime before it dies too. :(
Earlier I was watching alive!birds, and they're cute and pretty and so now I'm sad. But also glad we got it out (I don't know how long it'd been in there - it didn't smell, but it didn't look, erm, recent, either...) because the idea of dead things being within the house in even that sort of way freaks me out. A lot. I don't even like dead bugs near me... *flailshiver*
Anyway, I am going to go wash up really good (I am covered in DUST, and also feel sort of creepy having been that close to something which was dead, even though that's sort of totally irrational since I didn't even touch it), and then make myself something for dinner - everyone else is eating out tonight. Hmph...