There is an epic battle happening in my home. I sit alert in the darkness, listening, waiting. Vigilant, with a taste for victory.
We have squirrels.
I have always been fond of small and furry creatures. I have been known to slam on the brakes to avoid hitting anything scampering across the road. I have hit a couple, and felt guilty about it for the rest of the day.
Now I see them differently.
The battle is changing who I am! I see a streak of gray fur in my path, and my eyes narrow. I stare down the little critter and keep on driving. He needs to take responsibility for crossing the street safely. You mess with my sleep, you invade my home, and I will not have mercy.
I now hate squirrels.
Nut hockey. That's what they play - bringing their stash of nuts into our attic and rolling them around the attic floor (our bedroom ceiling) for hours on end at night. They are so happy to be warm and cozy in the insulation, within the fanciest squirrel hotel around. With the help of a wildlife removal and attic company, we have captured three little beasts from our home. I think one is up there again.
Not for long, little creatures, not for long.
The battle continues. I will stand victorious. I am the warrior.
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