Who is Earl? Earl is the Squirrel.
We met Earl last summer. He came and laid in the sun on our balcony. So cute, right?
Right. That is until we came home to find this:
Earl the Squirrel in the kitchen-
Courtesy of this hole he ate through the screen.
What a fiasco. Once we got home, Earl did not want to be there anymore (maybe he likes to live alone).
However, Earl couldn't find his hole in the screen. While screaming at us in his squirrel language, poor Earl kept running into the screen and bouncing off, jumping back into the open pantry, over the fridge, and onto the counter all while pooping. We were literally scaring the poop out of him.
Chris and I opened all the doors to try to get the guy outside, but ended up hitting the screen with the broom to make the screen fall out.
Earl quickly vacated the premises, and we were left with the two day task of taking everything out of the pantry, tossing anything open that might have been touched, cleaning the shelves and the food on the shelves, bleaching the counters and EVERYTHING that stupid squirrel might have touched.
The only reason I share this story with you is because . . .
Earl came back.
Seriously. This morning, I saw him on the balcony and immediately tried to scare him away. Not so cute anymore Earl. I opened the door and lunged at him. He left.
So I sat back down to work on my pathetic resume. But guess what?
Earl came back. Again.
Only this time, he was on the patio chair, SCRATCHING THE SCREEN!
I heard his scratches and jumped up, bounded to the kitchen and hit the screen. Earl instantly left, but when I turned around this is what I found for myself.
Thanks Earl. Even when you don't come inside, there is a mess for me to clean up.
Apparently, I was so animated as I ran to the window, I hit my hanging pot of baby spider plants and broke some leaves off another plant. I didn't even know that I had hit the pot. How crazy is that?
I had learned not to have any tables by the side of the house for Earl to stand on, but I had no idea Earl would balance on the arm of a chair and stretch to reach the window. I have since moved the chair so Earl can't possibly reach, but who knows.
Really Earl, I think I might strongly dislike you . . .
20 hours ago