So a few days ago I get up about 5 am, make some coffee, go in the office and sit down at the 'puter. Out of the corner of my eye I see something move. I turn my head and what appears to be a baby squirrel is just standing there looking at me. We both stared at each other for a second, and as if to say "oops, wrong turn....I'm going to go now", he bolts into the grandkids toy room.
Chased the little booger around for 5 minutes, closed the door behind me so he couldn't escape. This thing laid flat and scurried under the door back into the office. Wake up the wife, obviously I needed some reinforcements. She grabs a big wicker laundry basket and I try chasing him in there. Well, it worked......for a second. After getting him in the basket, the wife picks up the basket and I poke my head over it to see the little guy. He came flying out of this basket like the squirrel on Christmas Vacation. Hit the wall on the opposite side of the room even. Then again, lays flat and scurries under the door. The wife and I look at each other and start laughing.....the dog is still sleeping down stairs.
Now if my GS dog was still with me, he would have said " Go back to bed Dad, I got this." Would have destroyed the house getting it, but he certainly would have. The little guy disappears.....can't find him anywhere. Next day, nothing.....he seems nocturnal only coming out at night looking for food while everyone is sleeping. Found some chewed up Hershey Kisses under the couch too. He was probably doing a Broadway musical on my headboard too while we slept.
So yesterday, same routine. I get up about a half hour earlier to catch this sucker. Make my coffee, go into the office and wait. Sure enough the dog comes running past the office door chasing something. Now my competitive juices are flowing, determined not to let him get away this time, I grab a large towel to throw over him. He's quick however, quicker than PFB at a skinny jeans sale. After chasing him around he darts into the kitchen. Find him under the buffet, towel in hand....I poke at him to get him to move. He darts across the tiled kitchen floor and does a 3rd base slide that would make any coach proud, under the stove.
Remove the bottom drawer on the stove, and now I have him trapped. The dog is standing guard too. I used the time to get a good look at this guy. He's no squirrel, least not like we have outside. All brown with a white under belly and huge black eye's with a flat short fur tail. Not a bushy tail like you see associated with most squirrels. If I didn't know better, I'd say this was a flying squirrel judging by pics on the net and the way this thing flew across the office. If so, what the heck is one of these things doing in Illinois ? Someone's pet that got away maybe ?
So since I had him trapped, and not knowing for sure if the dog would get him first, I put a peanut in my hand and held it out for him. He came right away to grab it too. I waited until he finished it, had the wife hold the towel while I poked him out. Luckily she grabbed him before the dog. Threw him outside on the porch and he just stood there.....like he was being evicted from his home. Truth is....today....I miss the little guy.