The Day of the Squirrel

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Humor  |  House: Booksie Classic

What occurred when a ferocious squirrel found its way into my house.

A few years back, I returned home from the grocery store and was surprised that my 80-pound German Shepherd, Miss Muffie,did not greet me at the door in her usual, frantic fashion. After a few seconds, I called out to her.But she did not come.Growls and scratching sounds emanated from the kitchen.Cautiously, I made my way back, and there, I saw it -- a big, brown, fuzzy squirrel jumping up and down in a state of panic on the sill of my new garden window, and the dog was standing at the sink in front of the window blocking the rodent’s path to escape.

“Okay, “I told myself in a calm voice. “It’s just a squirrel-- only a possibly rabid rodent, which by the way looks like it weighs 40 pounds.But you can handle this.”But you know what?I couldn’t handle it.I did not know how to handle squirrels.I had to kill a few roaches in my college dorm in New York City years ago, and I still have nightmares about it.For a squirrel, I would need therapy.

I ran quickly outside to the patio and grabbed a rake -- I don’t have a clue why. I just knew I wanted it. I then propped open the patio door and banged on its window to direct the squirrel toward the way out, but it wouldn’t budge.Miss Muffie was now starting to lunge at the creature.I didn’t want her to kill the squirrel.I’m ashamed to admit it, but it wasn’t because of any animal protection issue.I didn’t want the rodent’s blood in my kitchen or worse on my oriental rug in my living room! I ran and opened the front door as well hoping the squirrel would see that as a route to freedom.

This was obviously a very stupid squirrel.It didn’t go anywhere near any of the doors. It scampered off through my dining room, into my living room knocking everything over in its path. Of course, my dog followed in hot pursuit, and I, with my rake in hand, chased the dog.We ran up the stairs; we ran down the stairs.Finally, the furry monster ran into our spare bedroom -- more commonly known as the Barbie room.I grabbed the dog before she ran into the room, and I pulled her out briskly by her collar.The squirrel crouched in the corner and shook with fear.Personally, I think it was overwhelmed by the hot pink paint, the Barbie border and the 1000 or so naked dolls strewn around the room.If I was that small, I know this room would frighten the hell out of me.Amazingly, I came to my senses and slammed the door shut trapping the rodent inside. Then I made plans.

I called my husband at work to calmly tell him of the situation.I thought I was doing pretty well.His voice mail came on and what I planned to say was,

“We have a squirrel in the house, what do you think is the correct procedure?”What came out was,


With that done, I hung up.I then tried his cell number. Voicemail again. So, I left another well thought out message.In the meantime, I called exterminator after exterminator.Very few handle squirrels.Finally, one nice guy answered the phone, and I said in a shaky voice,

“Help me.I have a squirrel trapped in my bedroom, please come now.”

The man must have sensed the panic in my voice.He took my address and told me he’d be there as soon as possible -- in about an hour and a half.

I don’t think I need to mention that it was a long ninety minutes.While I waited, my husband called.He was very nice and supportive, but he didn’t think there was any point to him making the half-hour trip home. He assured me he would keep in touch to make sure I was okay.When the exterminator did arrive, I met him at the door-- still carrying my rake, of course.We crept up into the hallway and prepared to fling open the door.We assumed “Starsky and Hutch” positions.I thought we should call for back up, but he assured me he could handle the perpetrator himself.He went in and shut the door behind him.I heard furniture move, and I thought,

“My God, the rabid rodent is eating him.”

But within a minute he came out and announced, he didn’t find the squirrel, and he thought I imagined it.He showed me a stuffed animal and said,

“This is probably what you saw.”

“I don’t think so,” I chuckled politely while tightening the grip on my rake. “Come see the damage to my three-week old, garden, bay window which I assure you is not covered by homeowners insurance!”

He looked.He apologized.And then he went back into the room, and there he found the squirrel.I heard the window open, and the exterminator called,

“He’s gone.He went out the window.”

Then the nice man handed me a bill for $175.One hundred and seventy-five dollars for opening a window! I’m grateful for the service, but I think for that kind of money, he should have least feigned a life-and-death struggle with the rodent.

One last note on this incident. My insurance company confirmed the fact that it will not cover damage done by squirrels, rats, or any domestic animal. However, it’s nice to know that if a deer or, God forbid, a cougar gets into my home, they’ll pay for all damage to my house and my person.Isn’t that a relief ?I know I’ll sleep a lot better.

Submitted: January 24, 2010

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Practically Enchanted

Hilarious! My sides are aching! You poor thing. I hope therapy is going well! Did your Barbies survive?

Sun, February 14th, 2010 4:04pm


Hi Practically Enchanted, thanks for the comment, and can I just state that every word is true? Alas, some Barbies bit the dust, but that is what they get for living naked all day. They were not prepared to run. While I didn't go to therapy for this, I do admit that I still look around before entering this room. Traumas are hard to break! Again, thanks so much for reading. Donna

Sun, February 14th, 2010 8:12am

Mistress of Word Play

I love this story it was too much. My brother had a similar experience with a raccoon that got loose in his business. Too funny. Loved it! Susan :)

Tue, March 2nd, 2010 5:29pm


Thanks so much! And every word was true. I might exaggerate but not in this piece.!

Tue, March 2nd, 2010 9:32am


Oh, you poor soul. Squirrels have to be my least favourite animal. That's right, I'd RATHER a cougar got into my house. Why? Well, for two reasons: 1) Apparently my homeowners insurance will cover the damages and 2) cougars are not the spawn of Satan. It's that simple.
I hate squirrels. They are stupid and they make weird sound at 5am and wake me up! Yeah, not my favourite creature!
Your story sounds a lot worse and I feel sad for you.
But, I'm glad that it happened to you of all people, because you certainly wrote a great story about it and it made me laugh :P

Wed, March 17th, 2010 5:02am


Thank you Sambelini for your kind and funny comments. A cougar would be better? I think that could have gotten really messy!
:-) Donna

Tue, March 16th, 2010 10:06pm

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