The Squirrely Finale

We left off in our story with a bag of food hanging under the hole in our ceiling as we headed to bed. The plan, which layed out perfectly in my head, consisted of the squirrel going into the grocery bag for food, DG sneaking up on him, clenching the bag closed with an iron fist and quickly tossing the bag outside. This of course would be followed with brushing of the hands, high fives, and glowing smirks.

This is what really occurred:
11am, yelling in a loud whisper to DG to get out of bed b/c I heard the bag rustling.
11:00-11:15, DG standing in his boxers on a chair, under the hole singing "I'm getting rabies for Christmas"
2:00am: repeat of 11:00am
3:00am: repeat of 2:00am with me knowing that I am the worst wife ever. Psst, get up, I hear the bag rustling. Psssssssssssssssssssst. *kick*

After a restless sleep, we sat down over breakfast in the morning to regroup. I thought the next plan of attack should be for DG to go into the vent with gloves, a 3 ply grocery bag, and just grabbing Mr. S. I believe my exact words were, DG, you just have to Do it, like Nike. You can't be all Namby Pamby about it. No fear.

At this point, we were desperate because we were about to leave for the night and didn't want to come home on Christmas to find our house destroyed by Mr. S. Finally after doing some research on the internet, DG went onto the roof and took the lid off the vent pipe. He lowered a rope tied with knots on it down the pipe. Then, back in the kitchen he tied a piece of cardboard to the end of the rope. Back on the roof, he pulled Mr. S slowly to the light of day. Mr. S was furious with us at first, but then he popped his little head out and ran across the roof to freedom.

Final Round: DG My Hero, CAG the Zero, Squirrel: Home for the Holidays