- What Do You Think?

This blog has nothing to do with fitness or nutrition, I'd just like your opinion.

Around June 17th or so I was in the kitchen and a squirrel jumped on the window screen. It was just hanging about and sniffing at the screen as if it was trying to get in. So, I squirted it with some Fantastic cleaner. It jumped off the screen and then leaped back on hissing and screeching at me! I squirted more squirts. It hissed more hisses. I squirted a lot more squirts and yelled at it. It basically yelled back, hissed louder and then leaped out of sight. I was startled, but on went about my business thinking that I had done well in the battle.

On June 23rd, we came home one evening to find three open cereal boxes scattered on the kitchen floor. Flakes, bran and cheerios everywhere. The chewed edges on the boxes was a sure indication that mammoth New York City subway rats had broken in and were lurking directly behind me about to pounce on my head and chew off my nose! Dispite feeling like a frightened eight-year-old, my mothering instincts kicked in! Without hesitation, in one swift precise move I tossed our two-year-old into my husbands arms and screamed for them to flee outside and save themselves! My husband gave me a condescending smile and leisurely took the baby to watch some ESPN.

I was now alone in the kitchen with the city rats! Where they still there? As the nanoseconds dragged by, further investigation revealed that a squirrel had gnawed its way through the kitchen window screen for a little breakfast food sampling. There were no rats. Still an immensely disgusting situation in my book. As I floated back down to reality from my 3rd grade city rat fantasy, I went about cleaning up the mess. After tossing the cereals, I got out a bucket, rubber gloves and a large bottle of Mr. Clean. I worked up quite a sweat sterilizing the entire kitchen as if rats had been there indeed. I hit every square inch of that room including the walls as high as I could reach. By now, my husband was going about getting the baby ready for tubby time. They both gave me a condescending smiles as they passed the kitchen.

Later, 90 minutes later, I felt that my once deeply infested kitchen was clean enough for now, but that I should really do a little more scrubbing in the morning prior to breakfast… or maybe before the sun comes up… or maybe in about an hour… Around midnight, and after a lengthy discussion with my husband, I finally acquiesced and agreed that our family should not move to a new home after all. Are you sitting down? On June 28th the squirrel got in again! The same way as before! I went through my purifying, detoxifying, sanitizing the kitchen ritual once again. My husband gave me condescending looks again. We replaced the screen again.

Well, on July 5th, the squirrel returned for the third time! We brought in a professional. I srubbed the whole kitchen yet again, and “The Screen Guy” suggested we “step up our game”. We now have a heavy thick screen on the window that glares most of the day so I can’t really see outside.

So, what do you think? Did I start a feud of sorts because I squirted the squirrel with Fantastic? With the second and third break ins, was it the same squirrel or was it the father (or gangster cousin) of the one I initially squirted? Have I brought a squirrel vendetta against my family? So far, the rodent or rodents have not returned... maybe they're building up an army?