When getting everyone ready for school Friday, I heard a strange noise in/near the air conditioning unit in our bedroom. I pulled up the shade and peeked out to find a squirrel next to the A/C unit. Out on the rail of the fire escape, I saw another. Curious, and mildly nervous, I opened the kitchen window to get a better look. There were four squirrels all told. One of them was responsible for the noise. I couldn’t tell if it was pregnant or injured. What was clear was that the other three were standing guard.
Armed with a dowel rod (fierce, I know) I banged on the fire escape trying to scare off the squirrels. Normally, I couldn’t care less if the squirrels hung out on our fire escape. Truth be told, I enoy it when they do. But I was concerned that they were planning on whelping in the back end of the A/C unit. And it was kind of a hot, humid day during which I was considering running the A/C to knock some of the humidity out of the air. If I did, I’d rather not have the A/C unit fling squirrel stew meat in my face when I turned it on.
Eventually, they all jumped to the fire escape two buildings over. But not before I relived Veruca Salt’s ignominious ejection from the tour of the chocolate factory.
