Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Because the last time Uncle Luke came to visit he built them one with some scraps of lumber and they did, in fact, catch a squirrel. Apparently all you need is a good dose of peanut butter on a stick and they're putty in your hands.
The kids set out the trap along the fence in the back yard and within hours the door had snapped shut and there was one very angry squirrel rattling around inside. The kids, of course, were thrilled with their forest friend and wanted to keep him but their mother (the killjoy of the family) insisted that the squirrel be free range which meant taking him down to the woods at the end of the cul de sac and letting him go.
Problem is, apparently our squirrel had developed Stockholm Syndrome or something because when the kids opened the door to let Elsa go, there it was, stuck inside the box, unwilling to come out. They prodded, they coaxed, they offered it peanut butter and finally they resorted to shaking the holy Hannah out of the poor thing but it wouldn't budge. It was embedded with its little claws holding firmly in the box and couldn't be moved.
So the kids gave up and left it in the back yard and the stupid thing started gnawing. Going out of the open door wasn't good enough, it wanted to send us a message so it gnawed a hole in the box big enough to slip through and ran away, effectively ruining the squirrel trap and making the neighborhood safe, once again, for squirrels everywhere. What a hero.
So anyway, Uncle Luke came for another visit and the kids wanted to make another squirrel trap to replaced the mutilated one and Luke, always eager to oblige in juvenile activities, got right to work. Isn't it a beauty?
It's no wonder he's their favorite uncle. Happy birthday Luke. From the squirrels of the world.