Mr. Grey Squirrel  Moves In

They (the Two Footed) knew it was bound to happen because, I,  (Mr. Grey Squirrel) and my kind are doggedly persistent in all we set out to achieve.  No way would some fly by night homeowners with our long-established  squatters rights, keep us out.  The difference was we were here for eternity.  They were here until they tired of us, sold the property and  moved on.

I cased the joint.  I traveled every inch of the roof and awnings to find the most strategic point of entrance.  I found a couple of places that when I put my eye to a thin crack, I could see the unfinished attic, a paradise for winter living.  The first place I gnawed at day in and out for three days (but who is counting, what else does a squirrel have to do?).  However, when it came time for evaluation versus effort, I had to admit I had not made any headway through the plank.  Maybe those demon Two Footed creatures who constructed this home, had put in steel two by fours, just to discourage squirrels.

So I went to my second choice – second because it was on a slippery slope and it was hard to get a grip, so to speak.  Many times as I gnawed, I lost my balance, fell to the ground, had to climb the tree and start all over again, but by golly, that is life and they were not keeping me out.  Finally I had made an opening that I could flatten myself like a pancake (a blessing from the Higher Power who realized squirrels need a roof over their heads too, especially in those frigid months from December to April) and squeezed in.

And once in the home I invited my Significant Other to take up residence with me– a shiny black bushy-tailed Mrs. (Black) Grey Squirrel.  The owners of the home would have had to be deaf not to know that they had free loading borders in their attic.  They could hear us scurry, no, run to and fro, to and fro. The Two Footed Family tried to fall sleep in vain as we set up housekeeping.

Then there was the bowling balls that we, the Grey Squirrel Family chased down the timbers. Chestnuts, that I swear sounded like they weighed ten pounds which we had harvested diligently, all summer long, for winter staples.  On top of that was the usual moving in noises.  You know – the dragging and positioning of furniture for our abode to be more comfortable.  What furniture, you ask naively? Well, Momma had left a corrugated box high up on the rafters.

Once in the attic we could access our Shed Room in all of it’s’ splendor.  Momma saw that box, disappear, one corner at a time, as our sharp teeth ripped and our able paws dragged it away, in pieces.

We were busy to bust and not going anywhere soon!

Part of the Mr. Grey Squirrel Series.