Yup, We are country folk!

Sunday morning dawned like any other day. We had big plans to meet up in DC with my mom's best friend and her family who we hadn't seen in over 8 years. I had just woken up and was attempting to down a bowl of Honey Bunches of Oats when all of a sudden my cat comes running out of nowhere chasing something up onto our couch in the living room and about climbing the book shelves. I am thinking dad has been feeding her way to much of the Friskies and continue eating when all of a sudden I hear the oddest of noises. It was a familiar noise, but not one I normally hear in my house. I was trying to figure out where I had heard that particular noise and then I vaguely remembered hearing a similar noise from a tree above my head a few times around campus at BJU. A sound that could only be made by a squirrel. Being the curious person that I tend to normally be I debated whether to go over to where my cat was going nuts or just watch what was taking place from my seat at the very high up stool in the kitchen. Curiosity ended up getting the best of me and I walked over to the couch where my cat was sitting wide eyed and bushy tailed all the while reminding myself that squirrels can carry rabies. So, as gingerly as I new how I kicked the couch leg and it was as if the thing went nuts under there! I ran upstairs to where my dad was screaming because reality had just hit that there was a real live squirrel in our house and it could have rabies and it was mad. Well, dad comes running down the stairs not exactly believing me and goes over to the couch and kicks it like I just had and the stupid squirrel decided to shut up! So, dad is thinking I'm crazy and goes back upstairs. I decide that maybe the thing is just stuck in the floor vent somewhere and not really loose like I originally thought and go back upstairs to get ready. About 30 minutes later I come back downstairs and there is my cat sitting on the back of the couch looking down at something behind the couch. Once again I got very curious and walked over to the couch and peeked over the edge and looked behind it. Let me tell you before I continue that we have a big brown de-humidifier behind our couch. Well, there I am peering over the edge of the couch when all of a sudden I see something gray move under the de-humidifier and make that awful squirrel sound. I jumped back as fast as I could still thinking about rabies and ran screaming up to my dad telling him that I saw the squirrel and even knew its location in the house. My dad comes out of his bedroom and I bust up laughing. He is carrying a wooden beam as a club and his bb gun pistol. All of a sudden I am afraid for this poor little squirrel who somehow got itself mixed up in our big world. Well, my dad comes storming downstairs and my sister Kate goes and wakes up my sisters fiance who lives in my basement and so Jeff (my sisters fiance) comes upstairs and dad tells him to lift the de-humidifier while he shoots the squirrel. The poor thing didn't even see it coming. All of a sudden there is dad shooting his heart out and then this gray bloody thing comes running from behind the couch and finds the corner of the room. The poor thing his face was all bloody where dad had shot 3 bb's in his head. Yet he was still alive! There was blood everywhere! So, dad had him cornered and was determined to finish the little guy off and shot him again in the head point blank. That did nothing....the little squirrel ran straight into the living room and onto the carpet! Finally, we opened the front door and shooed him out! He sat on the stoop for what seemed like forever before he got enough energy to scamper off. When the squirrel was gone we surveyed the damage to the living room and dining room and because dad was the one who had actually made the mess he was the one who had clean-up duty. With the excitement over me and my sisters and Jeff proceeded to get ready for the day. About 5 minutes later dad hollers from the living room that he had found the squirrels eye ball on the carpet under the dining room table. And then he proceeded to show it to each of us. The whole rest of the day we continued to laugh at such a silly event and felt sorry for that poor squirrel who just ended up in the wrong place at the wrong time. We found out 2 things that morning. One being that dad can't kill things up close because just a week or two earlier he shot a squirrel out of a tree and killed it from his bathroom window, and second being that our dog is not a squirrel hunter but just a squirrel chaser. She found more joy of chasing it in circles than in actually catching it. What a morning!!!