We have had too many incidents lately with rodents. A rat in the garage. A dead rat on the side lawn. *shiver* Mice that decided my car was their gourmet lunch.
They all skeeb me out to no end. I don't like unexpected things with sharp teeth in my life, I really don't.
So, imagine my joy this morning when John, just before he leaves the house, drops this one on me: "Oh, I think there is a squirrel stuck in the exhaust fan. I could hear it scratching when I was in the shower."
Oh. My. Freaking. God. Are you kidding me?
So, now my heart is all clenched up in fear and I cannot get out of the house fast enough.
I also just had to teach TJ the meaning of the word "irrational" because I KNOW that's what I am, but I just can't help it.
He told me that squirrels are really, really, really, really, really, really, nice and not bad. He also wants to know if they have claws.