Nothing like waking up to a squirrel when you're sleeping.
I've been sleeping on the couch because we are cleaning and my bed has crap on it, and this morning I woke up to scratching noises and seeing stuff move.
Oh My God it's an animal!
I couldn't see it and kept hearing it, so I woke up my mom. She tells me to go back to sleep, it's probably a mouse.
I knew it was no mouse, so I sat and read magazines and every once in a while I would hear it move.
My mom comes down, and doesn't hear anything and tells me to shut up. Then she hears it and gets nervous. She goes downstairs to the basement to get the clothes and I see something furry.
It turns around and it's a squirrel. Big squirrel. I yelled at my mom to come help me and we get a box and bread with peanut butter. My mom wasn't brilliant enough to break it up, so the squirrel came to the box, grabbed the bread and ran off with it.
It took us two hours, we finally got it out the window a half hour before I left for surgery today. We put bread and peanut butter on the window sill; it played peek a boo with us a few times before it went out. My mom had scared it out the window while it was eating.
We still can't figure out how it got into the house.
