Friday, January 30, 2009

Small Town Life

Just so you don't think from previous postings that I have a problem with small town life, I thought I would pass this along.

Yesterday, a squirrel fell down the chimney and was trapped in our fireplace. The only hav-a-heart trap we own is far too small for a squirrel, so this morning, I called the police, to see if they could recommend a wild life rehab organization for me to contact. The woman at the police switchboard took my information and told me that someone would be out to see me. Within ten minutes, we had not one, but two police cars pull up, one marked, one unmarked. What were they thinking? Squirrel home invasion? But once it was officially confirmed that, yes, there was a squirrel in the fireplace, the animal control officer was contacted. And, she, with net and no gloves dealt with the squirrel.

Small town life-gotta love it.

5 comments:

suecae_disco said...

Seems quite idyllic... Maybe the police can charge the squirrel for trespassing on private property. ;)

Rufus Opus said...

hee hee!

Maybe she figured she could find a nut or two there in your house somewhere...

:-D

Lavanah said...

It is pretty idyllic, when it isn't way the hell out in the middle of nowhere. Or, its stifling-depends on when you ask. :)

Lavanah said...

The squirrel, RO? Or the animal control officer? Although I am always interested in peoples response to our landscaping and decor the first time they visit.

My Gal said...

I am glad that all was well on the squirrel intevention/ rescue. When I worked in small town America I remember fondly the firefighters who would quietly rescue cats from trees with the big ladders. It was the right thing to do. The fire cheif tried to keep it quiet but when pressed would respond that the elderly lady that the cat belonged to was so worried that he was afraid of a medical emergency :) Good times good times.