Apparently Spidge, the getting-fatter cat back home, is a humane kitty. I kid you not.
My mom went up to the attic and noticed mammal droppings bigger than a mouse’s. The cat wanted up, so my mom let the cat up to a new place she’s never explored. My mom went back downstairs and got to work on her Traffic Patterns Video (for the rowing club, she’s been doing this for years, they should PAY HER for all this effort, free membership for a year or something). A little while later she turned around to find a baby. . thing on the carpet behind her. Apparently Spidge had brought down a little present. Mom thought it was dead so she threw it in the trash and emailed the Lolcatfriends group. People said it wasn’t a mouse or a rat and it could be X or Y or something else entirely.
My mom goes back to the trash, and lo and behold, that little pink thing ain’t dead. It’s still alive. Spidge didn’t kill it (Kitty would have eaten it, pity he’s gone). So my mom put it. . . in the freezer. This doesn’t surprise ME, but it surprised a lot of people on her LOLfriends group. Some people even said good for her, while others said they would have held it until it died.
I looked up baby squirrel pictures and those things are HUGE. So yeah, infestation of furry things that gnaw on anything. My books and cabbage patch kids are in danger. EEEEEK! Okay, I’m a silly girl who wants her dolls kept safe because at some point there will be another little girl who wants to play with them whether it is a cousin or whomever. Don’t worry, no kids for me for some time.
Anyways, there is now a dead squirrel baby in my mom’s freezer and more of them up in the attic getting all cute and slightly furry. My mom figures the now-frozen one was born in the past 24 hours (of when this happened).
Honestly, I’m getting sick of my home being the rodent house. Just get a nasty hamster and let it loose, that should solve our problems. Vicious little crappers (literally).