Monday, September 12, 2011
Well, so the thing went out the window, or so we thought. The next morning, Hubby woke me up and asked me if there was any particular reason why there was a dead flying squirrel in our first floor toilet. What? Sure enough, the poor thing was drown, face down in the toilet bowl. So the mystery continues. How did it get in? And why did it end up in the toilet? Was there one or two squirrels? I’m afraid that we will never know. Poor thing. I actually felt sorry for it. At least it’s not like the grey squirrels that cause an enormous amount of damage when trapped in a house.