
Sylvia in an email to Mavis:
Subject: CALL HOME IMMEDIATELY!...SQUIRREL IN THE HOUSE NO PH NO. TO CONTACT YOU!!
Mavis forwards this to me on Saturday morning, thinking I might be amused. There was no text in the email itself. I was puzzled, thinking it was a forwarded joke, but without the joke. So wondering what happened, I called to find out.
It was Friday evening. All was quiet. It was snowing. Jeopardy had just finished up. Mom and Sylv were sitting and having some relaxing evening tea.
Suddenly they hear a CRASH! BANG! Another BANG!
Sylv rushed into the living room to investigate, and saw a huge “monster” grey squirrel “flying through the air,” then leaping across the fireplace mantle, onto the end table, knocking over the lamp and mom and dad’s wedding picture to the floor. Then it frantically lept to the couch. The chaos quickly escalated with Bebe (Mave’s bishon frise) rushing over, barking her little lungs out, in full chase mode. Bebe chased the squirrel off the couch, to the floor, behind the Christmas tree. Then the squirrel raced across the room, toward the stairs, with Bebe in full pursuit.
After the initial shock of seeing a squirrel racing around the living room, Sylvia did some fast thinking. Get a broom! So Sylvia runs to the kitchen, gets the broom, and starts swinging, joining in on the pursuit with Bebe. The squirrel races back through the living room, into the dining room, around Mom, and right past her. Then when the broom didn’t seem to be helping all that much, Sylvia brings out a bigger weapon. The dustmop!
So there was the squirrel racing around the house, Bebe and Sylvia running behind in full chase mode, barking like mad (Bebe not Sylvia) and Sylvia with the dustmop, swinging.
Bebe was brave. She cornered the squirrel, which appeared to have no intention whatsoever of throwing in the towel. It was taking a time out behind the radiator in the living room. Bebe had it trapped, barking all the while.
So where, you might ask, was Buddy (Mave’s supposedly tough and astute Lhasa Apso) during all this? He was observing the whole thing behind the safety of Mom, who was by this time was standing and watching all this unfold herself. Mom came to Buddy’s defense though. Ma told me that he couldn’t help much because he’s old and has arthritis and can’t run around like he used to. Okay,fine. So he gets a pass on this one.
So back to the story.
Bebe had her eye on the squirrel, standing guard.
When’s mavis going to get home? They wondered aloud. She didn't get the “call home immediately” email?
With Bebe standing guard, mom and Sylvia take a time out. They sit down and strategize on what to do. Someone suggested calling 911. Upon hearing this, I say WHAT? Did you really call 911? Yes, they called 911. Sylvia recalled saying, “This may not be an emergency, but can you do anything to help us get this squirrel out of the house?”
That was a short call.
The dispatcher passed her through to animal control.
Sylvia explained to the animal control officer: “we had a HUGE grey squirrel come down the chimney and the dog has it trapped.” She asked if they could send someone over. He promptly said no.
Sylvia and Mom were on their own. The officer instead suggested this: take a tupperware bowl and catch it by sliding cardboard underneath. Trap it and get it outside. The squirrel was probably afraid but couldn’t get back out through the chimney.
So the new plan was to trap it under a bowl or pot.
In short order though, they realized the squirrel was too fast for that plan to succeed.
Another idea: trap the squirrel in Buddy’s dog kennel. He seemed oblivious to all the chaos anyway.
Yes! Trap it. But how? Create a trail of nuts leading into bud’s kennel!
Brilliant!
Or not.
Mom said, “it didn’t fall for that.”
So next, Sylvia calls Tim, her husband in Michigan, to tell him what was going on.
He laughed.
But then offered this piece of advice: be careful because it could bite or carry some disease.
Great.
Now what?
The plan now was to wait for Mave to get home.
At least the squirrel was trapped.
Or was it?
All had quieted down for a few minutes. Mavis finally walks in the door and queries, "what are these nuts doing on the floor?”
The situation when she got home: Bebe is on guard. The squirrel is still in the house. Buddy is under the table.
All of this came as a surprise to Mave, who had not bothered to check her email.
Mave takes over, in teacher control. “Alright let's look at this. Let’s open the window behind the TV. Barricade the steps so it can’t get upstairs.”
The new strategy (how many strategies does this make now?): The squirrel will jump out the window. It has to have some kind of exit to escape. Open the window. Take off the screen. Mave’s directive to Sylvia: “You stand there and block.” Her role: “I’ll force it out from behind the radiator.”
Good. A gameplan.
So with broom back in hand, Sylvia stood at the ready. Mave pushed it from it’s hiding place. Did it work?
Well the squirrel escaped alright. Right up the stairs.
More strategizing. They had do something. Mave opened the front screen door. Meanwhile Sylvia was in hot pursuit up the stairs. Mavis followed. With Mavis halfway up the stairs, Sylvia had it running and it scurried past Mave's feet and down the stairs.
Mom downstairs yelled out, “it ran under tree!” Back downstairs, Mave and Sylvia searched for it. Mom lost track of it. Mave brought in Bebe to sniff out the sunroom. It was all clear.
They couldn’t find the squirrel. So they made a logical conclusion: it must have ran out.
Another directive from Mavis: “Sylvia go outside and look for squirrel tracks!”
There was fresh snow so any tracks would be clearly visible. With flashlight in hand and going all CSI, Sylv searched thoroughly but found no evidence of squirrel tracks.
They concluded: He must have jumped out the window. They checked everywhere.
Everyone took a sigh of relief.
Was it gone?
Meanwhile, hunger set in. It was dinnertime after all. Nobody felt like cooking after all the crazy events. Mavis drove the three blocks over to pick up three Jucy Lucy’s from Matt’s Bar. It was a treacherous three blocks, according to Mave, and the snow was blinding by this time.
Mavis somehow arrives back home safely. Everybody is sitting at the dining room table, enjoying their Jucy Lucy’s. All is quiet. The squirrel must have jumped out the window.
Right?
An hour later Mom says: “I’m going to bed.” She walked around to the kitchen and back to the dining room table, doing a little cleanup after dinner. Those Jucy Lucy’s can be a little messy.
Mom started poking around the radiator behind the dining table. “Did you check back here?”
Bebe starts sniffing around the dining room radiator. Mom again: “did you check under this radiator?”
Sure enough, the squirrel had climbed up behind the radiator!
Sylvia and Mave flew into action. They had to flesh it out! Corner it!
The squirrel was having none of that. It raced into the kitchen, back upstairs, back to kitchen, back to dining room, underneath a blockade, back to the dining room, through the living room again - all with Mavis, Sylvia, and Bebe in hot pursuit.
It was now midnight.
And in between all the chasing, Mavis opened the entryway door and windows again. The house got cold fast.
Upstairs, Sylvia yelled, “it’s coming down,” with Bebe close behind. In anticipation, Mavis relying on the broom forced it in the direction of the entryway. It ran straight into the entryway and Mave slammed the door shut. Captured! It was trapped between the inside entryway door and outside door.
Mavis went out the backdoor, around the house (in the blinding snow!) and swung open the front door.
The squirrel raced out, and just to be sure, Bebe pursued it across the yard until all was safe.
If she could talk, I bet she would’ve said, “and stay out!”