So I come home today. The back window is open, nothing bad. Then. I see a FARKING big hole in the corner of the screen. About the size of . . . hmmmm . . . why are my shamrocks, who had just bloomed again after months and were looking so gorgeous just a few minutes ago all plucked out and scattered on the carpet? Oh, and back to that hole in the screen. hmmm . . . And why is my cat staring at the big fat black squirrel staring back at me? Wait a minute . . . .
In the room.
OH for F's SAKE.
An epic chase commences. Over some beautiful clay bowls, over the kitchen table, on top of the rocking chair, over my pile of junk, over the stove, leaping. Driving me nuts. LOL.
My dear mother opens the back door, and after a few laps the squirrel gets a clue . . . and he's outta there!
And the shamrocks? I throw the remnants into the yard. For the squirrel, who I feel kind of sorry for. It wasn't his fault. The shamrocks will recover in a few days . . . but still . . . they were my birthday present.
We still have to fix the screen and we're billing the squirrels who live in our attic.