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I have been telling you my squirrel saga, but I did not tell you that is was a demon squirrel with a PHD in human psychology! Okay I had a sleep over the night before my birthday. My dear friend is not only a dear friend who has known my grandson for years she is also an advocate and if you don't know what a child advocate is used for - then it is a good thing.
So on the 26th we had a meeting at the school with the principal for my grandson. Of course my friend came to assist. And it went far better then expected. So she lives an hour away and asked if she could stay until traffic died down and I said sure, just spend the night. So I had a sleep over for my birthday - I don't think I've had one in 40 years!
We had fun and went out to dinner Friday night. Went to bed and everyone here got up around 9:30 or so - which is late for us. So that was great.
About right then we heard our demon squirrel. I might tell you he is right above my room and he has been here about 3 months. We are on the same schedule. We have done everything possible to catch him and he even got out of the glue taps (minus some hair). He had peanuts, peanut butter, seeds, roasted peanuts, and crackers - he would eat and never get trapped - he thought we were feeding him a feast. In fact until the 27th we really didn't know what we had for sure - could have been a roof rat.
We heard him and my husband started to go up to the attic (as unusual) with my grandson close behind. He has done it a million times. This time the squirrel was right there looking at him eating. He turned around and flew down the stairs and almost knocked the GS down to get down and let the door slam with a bang! Remember Chevy Chase in Christmas Vacation? Well picture that look on my husband's face!
He looked at me and we were kind of laughing because he always talks so tough and tells my GS how 'women and men' are. He looked at us and said, I'm going to be blogged aren't I? Dah...
So my girlfriend is one tough gal - doesn't look tough - looks gentle - inside she is tough. She goes to get a shovel to kill it and my GS son (innocently says he'll do it - he thought she was going to scoop him up - teehee). So at this point what to do.
She goes in the attic - not hubby - he was going to leave her and she says ah, will you stay down there in case I need something? She goes up and the squirrel must have eaten some decon (sorry squirrel - if you just weren't in my attic I'd leave you alone) and was rocking back and forth and dying. They decided to wait until he died and just take him out then.
Okay he dies and she bags him up and we put him in a box. Oh I forgot to tell you my grandson had woken up sick again - his 3rd bout of being sick in 3 weeks. Then he got sad because the squirrel had died. He was quite upset at this point - dying was not what he had expected.
We have a short prayer by my friend - asking God to take him to Heaven and have the rest of the squirrels stay where they belonged - I wanted to laugh so hard - you had to hear it - but it was just what he needed - he felt better and we all said our good-byes to the dear (?) squirrel.
We went up to get ready - as it was my birthday and we wanted to go out and have a girl's lunch. Hubby to watch GS. It was around 12.
As soon as we got upstairs - what do you think happened - we heard yet ANOTHER squirrel - so we are not done yet!
At 1 we go to lunch at Carraba's Italian Grill - best place to eat. The waiter was unsure of us at first when we asked for a glass of Beringer's and 2 cups! -to share - what can I say - we are high on life.
This is olive oil and spices for the bread.
We had mozzarella sticks to begin with. (My new camera).
Here is my daughter, friend, and Chatty - I look kind of squirrel stressed don't you think, but what the heck . . .
And we finished with desert for 3 with a knife candle stick and a splenda packet on top for a candle.
We get back home around 3 and grandson has an extremely high fever. We decide to take him to the Little Clinic in Publix. My daughter got to the garage first and started screaming - I run out and I hear a squirrel and I said oh my gosh - there's a squirrel up in your room (she is above the garage) and she screamed no mom it's the dead squirrel in the box. Apparently it didn't die and it was crying and clawing to get out. (Remember this is my birthday today.) So we head to the clinic and call hubby who was out doing something and told him the squirrel was still alive and to please take it somewhere. He said he would.
It took forever at the clinic and his temp was 104.6. They tested him for strep and flu and he had neither. She suggested we take him to the real ER as she didn't really know why his fever was so high. We went home to pick up hubby to go with us and we all got in the car to go. He was going to make a birthday dinner and have cake but that had to be nixed - we'd do it on Sunday.
Hubby told us that he had thought we were kidding about the squirrel and thought for my grandson's sake we had made up that story. Imagine his surprise when the box was moving and screeching in his car all the way to the lake! He took the squirrel to Lake Allatoona and let him out about 30 minutes from here - across water. So he could not find his way back.
We're heading to the ER (when we called there was going to be a 3 hour wait) and we get an Epiphany - we're friends with his doctor and she said we could call her if we needed too and my son and DIL are pediatrician's in Ohio. And my friend, the one from the above, has a second masters in emergency training. We called all three of them and they all suggested the same thing - that we hit him hard with Motrin and if the temperature went down - just to keep a good watch on him and wait. So we turned around and came home. There are some really bad things going around right now and setting there three hours with sick people - he might have caught something else. Anyway this plan did work.
It was around 7, and we were all exhausted, but all together, squirrels and all.
My daughter said that was the worst sound she ever heard and my grandson said it was the best - because the squirrel lived. One is one mans junk is another mans treasure!
And this was just one day in my life - you see why I am so irregular and need to talk! Got to go, my other squirrel is calling!
Wonder if my pal will come back for a visit? Sure she will - I'm lucky and blessed.
Theodor Seuss Geisel was born in Springfield, Massachusetts to Henrietta Seuss and Theodor Robert Geisel. His father, the son of German immigrants, managed the family brewery and after Theodor was married, supervised Springfield's public park system. Geisel was raised in the Lutheran faith and remained a member of the denomination his entire life. Geisel attended Springfield's Central High School and entered Dartmouth College in fall 1921 as a member of the Class of 1925 and joined Sigma Phi Epsilon fraternity. At Dartmouth, Geisel joined the humor magazine Dartmouth Jack-O-Lantern, eventually rising to the rank of editor-in-chief.
While at Dartmouth, Geisel was caught drinking gin with nine friends in his room, violating national Prohibition laws of the time. As a result, the school insisted that he resign from all extracurricular activities. In order to continue his work on the Jack-O-Lantern without the administration's knowledge, Geisel began signing his work with the pen name "Seuss"; his first work signed as "Dr. Seuss" appeared after he graduated, six months into his work for humor magazine The Judge where his weekly feature Birdsies and Beasties appeared. Geisel was encouraged in his writing by professor of Rhetoric W. Benfield Pressey, whom he described as his "big inspiration for writing" at Dartmouth.