Armed with only a pool skimming net, I
scooped up the chipmunk like a lacrosse player. In one smooth motion
I flung the rascal towards the open window, only to hear a hollow
thud. I knew I had missed my mark as I watched Alvin ping off the
upper window and do a series of slow motion back flips through the
air. The furry critter landed on the carpet and took off like a shot
towards our Dog Luna......
This was part of a series of botched
attempts to get rid of that little furry invader. The chipmunk got
into the house as Conner opened the kitchen door, exclaiming that a
chipmunk had ran into the house between his feet. We ran into the
house after the varmint, catching a glimpse of him entering my small
man cave.
We grabbed Luna and closed the door
behind us. The chipmunk was fast and evasive. I scooted out the door
to grab a couple of weapons. A small baseball bat and the pool
skimming net will do just fine. I hurried back to the man cave and
slid through the door, shutting it behind me.
I guess you could call it Pandemonium,
or maybe our version of killing Walkers like they did in the Walking
Dead. After 20 minutes of chasing and corralling the critter towards
our dog who did not seem to know what to do with it. I began to think
that we were never going to get Alvin out of the house.
Conner finally trapped the furry
invader pinning him between the net and the carpet. I moved in and
aimed my bat.... bonking the little critter into unconsciousness. The
invader was dead and Conner scooped him up and flung him out the
window.
We put the room back together. I was
sweating, the dog was panting, and Conner had a smile on his face. I
knew what he was thinking...... and I said to him..... Do Not Tell
Mom.
