While my mom was visiting we encountered an unwelcome visitor. We were sitting in the living and heard a thunderous crash and unbeknownst to us a squirrel who had dropped through the chimney into the indoor barbecue darted through the living room and crashed into the glass french doors and darted back into the kitchen. The critter repeated this a few time. I panicked, picked up Michael (a week after my C-section), ran to the back bedroom, and shut the door. My mom courageously opened the french doors, closed the rest of the doors in the house, and patiently waited for our visitor to find its way out. Although my mom never saw the squirrel leave, we're pretty sure it made its way out. It was a little too much excitement for me. Michael still remembers the story and will tell it in his own words.
Squirrel paw prints















