Squirrel, Resurrected

So the package Dina sent turned out to have a caffeine-crazed hitchhiker, and things got a little…well, weird.

He leapt for the table.
He leapt for the table.
I HAVE SEMI-OPPOSABLE THUMBS!
I HAVE SEMI-OPPOSABLE THUMBS!
*glug glug glug*
*glug glug glug*
OHNO IT BURNS IT BURNS ARGH
OHNO IT BURNS IT BURNS ARGH

EEEEEEEEEEEEE
EEEEEEEEEEEEE
He made a noise like Sam Kinison in a blender, and it seemed somehow…familiar.

Now powered by capsaicin AND caffeine, he bolted into the living room.

I CAN DO MATH. LOTS OF MATH.
I CAN DO MATH. LOTS OF MATH.

Leaping to the floor, he came face to face with the dogs, who had ambled in to see what the ruckus was.

*snortwhistle* What is it? What is it? Is it a new friend?
*snortwhistle* What is it? What is it? Is it a new friend?

Miss B just looked thoughtful.

I...I think I've herded it before...
I…I think I’ve herded it before…

“THAT’S IT!” I yelled, and for once I was quicker than a squirrel. I grabbed him, and the dogs looked disappointed. “You. You’re going somewhere to calm down–”

WAIT. I THINK...YOU'RE JUST SO DAMN FAMILIAR. MAYBE IT'S THE HOT CRAZEBERRIES...
WAIT. I THINK…YOU’RE JUST SO DAMN FAMILIAR. MAYBE IT’S THE HOT CRAZEBERRIES…

“Oh Jesus,” I breathed. “Your eye.”

I CAN SEE JUST FINE, MONKEY.
I CAN SEE JUST FINE, MONKEY.
BUT NOT OUT OF THIS ONE. BORN THAT WAY.
BUT NOT OUT OF THIS ONE. BORN THAT WAY.

“Holy Christ on a cracker.” I almost dropped him. “Neo?”

“WHY DOES EVERYONE CALL ME THAT? MY NAME’S NED. SHORT FOR ZOLTAR.”

“Of course it is.” I was already heading for the back door. “And you’re going outside.”

“BUT IT’S COLD OUT THERE!”

“How would you know? You’ve been in a box for a week.”

“I’LL BE GOOD! I’M AGORAPHOBIC!”

“No squirrels allowed in here. Go down the stairs, knock on the glass door, and tell the two idiots who live there you’re their new roommate.”

“I CAN’T LIVE WITH OTHER RODENTS! I’VE GOT ISSUES–I’M A GERMOPHOBE!”

“Then you shouldn’t have been in my kitchen.” I tore the back door open. “Hey. Do you know kung fu?”

“WHAT? NO! I’M ASTHMATIC, MONKEY, BE REASONA–”

“Good.” And I heaved him outside. Fred and George could deal with it, if he got past Willard. I know, I’m a horrible human being. But no more squirrels in the house.

Unfortunately, about a week later, some-damn-thing-else happened, but that’s (say it with me) another blog post…

  • Jenna

    Totally understandable. You tried to help the little ingrate once, and look where it got you!

  • martianmooncrab

    you should check your polarity, you keep attracting … uh… well, they keep finding you..

  • Kimmy

    I have the funniest image in my head, of you scurrying around with the camera and chuckling gleefully to yourself, Odd Trundles wanting to play and Ms. B very confused, as you get another idea to keep the story continuing….

  • That’s pretty much how it is. Especially since I do the character voices, and the kids are all “MUM, REALLY, STOP IT…”

  • It took a long time to get the sunroom back into shape after THAT one. Damn squirrel.