Mother of the Bride Spot

Random thoughts on being a Mother of the Bride...although since we are now past The Wedding, perhaps this would be better titled Random Thoughts On Life In General...

Saturday, April 12, 2008

Spoke Too Soon....

Heard some scuffling in the basement while we were eating breakfast. Munch was calmly sitting in the kitchen -- and that is our current family. Hmmm.....

Got downstairs, and there -- in full living color -- scampering across the basement floor was -- a squirrel.

I cornered him in the back basement wielding a broom (brooms are great for catching squirrels, doncha know?). He managed to elude me pretty well -- fast little buggers they are. Finally trapped him behind the big old grandfather (which was my GREAT grandfather's) desk. He wouldn't budge, and we couldn't budge the desk.

Have NO idea how he got in.

And have NO idea how to get him out.

Maybe Bob should try and pry up the squirrel trap that is still nailed to the roof and I could bait it with a lovely peanut butter sandwich????


At 12:49 PM, Blogger Torrey, half of the MC said...

The joys of living in a 100+ year old house is that you are never really empty nesters...there is always something around wanting to be fed.


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