If you've seen the "Toy Story" movies, then you are most likely familiar with the phrase "There's a snake in my boot." We have the little Woody toy where you pull the string and he says about 5 different things, this being one of them. That phrase has been in my head this entire day because of what I ended up posting on facebook:
"There's a squirrel in my kitchen!" Yes, seriously. There was a squirrel in my kitchen this morning!
When I posted it, I didn't think people would take me seriously. But they did! People offered traps, pellet guns, a house to stay at, and other amusing wildlife stories. Now, I am not an especially 'prissy girl'. I've been known to get under a car and try to figure out what that noise is. I've hung half way out a window while painting it. I'll take a plunger to a majorly stopped up toilet in a heartbeat. But this morning, as I ran down the stairs in my robe to put my daughter's leotard in the dryer, I became a prissy and sissy little girl. I rounded the corner in the kitchen to get to the laundry room and right in the middle of my kitchen floor is this squirrel. I screamed. No I didn't scream, I SCREAMED. Turned around and ran back up the stairs. The squirrel's reaction was just as bad. You know the squirrel Hammy from the movie "Over the Hedge"? There is a reason that they created him so crazy. My kitchen squirrel was JUST like that. He was flying all over the place. So what does any self-respecting stay at home mom do? Call her daddy! Of course, he took a good 10 minutes to come over. Then we couldn't find the little bugger.
While I waited for my dad to go get his two have-a-heart traps, I was doing the laundry. Very gingerly, in case Hammy decided to make an appearance. As I open up the dryer a brown shoe falls out. A toddler's brown shoe looks a lot like a squirrel. Yep, I screamed. So dad comes over to set the traps. As we are walking back out, he says, "There it is!" Yep, I SCREAMED again! Of course, dad was just giving me a hard time. I wanted to hit him! I think my heart really skipped a beat or three. The best part was hearing how hard my dad laughed at me being scarred. I've never heard him laugh that hard!
You know, this hasn't been the best day. It really hasn't been the worst either. I do know it's the day the Lord has made and I'm going to rejoice. Or at least have a good laugh. Oh, and by the way. I still think the squirrel is in the house. I'll keep you updated!