Oh my gosh, JC. You have just activated my intense phobia of rodents with your very funny story. I can just imagine two large dogs crawling all over each other to get at a little squirrel. They must've been a sight!
My skin is is crawling, though. Please reassure me that anything that dirty creature may have touched has been thoroughly cleaned. Incinerated, even! Have the dogs been bathed? Their teeth brushed? Has the carpeting been replaced? Not to mention the bedspread and the bowl. EWWW!
I wonder how it got in. Perhaps through the chimney? I'll have you know I just went and checked the flues on my chimneys.
Rodents are just the creepiest things on the planet. First and foremost is the rat, that smelly, greasy disease-spreading hub of rodentdom. Then there's the mouse, smaller but just about the pooping-est dirtiest critter I can think of. Then comes the squirrel, which, in my bizarre phobic hierarchy, is a chattering rat with a bushy tail. On the outside of the hub are gerbils, ferrets, and rabbits. Who cares if they're not technically rodents? They're small and furry and freak me out! End of rant.
Seriously, JC, that was a pleasure to read. A Sauna classic. Is your wife OK? |
