DG vs. The Squirrel Round I

Friday afternoon, Gibson kept going into the kitchen and barking. I heard some rustling, but didn't think anything of it, until after several hours of it, I noticed a bunch of junk on the kitchen floor. I looked up into the ceiling fan and saw a bunch of fur sticking out. It appeared that a squirrel had come through the damper and was taking a nap against the grate. With my husband at work, I did the next best thing and called my dad. 35 years of instinct are hard to break. Dad insisted we needed to take off the cover of the fan and get the squirrel out. Option number 2 was to turn the fan on, which would open the damper and allow the squirrel to get out. I was too afraid that the fan option would produce blood and guts, so I decided this was a man's work. I turned up the music to drown out the rustling squirrel and barking dogs and waited for DG to get home.

Upon arrival home, DG scared the squirrel up beyond the fan, turned the fan on to allow the damper to open and the squirrel disappeared. I proclaimed "my hero" and we left the house to go out to dinner. Round I: DG.