I hate the press, again. Seems pretty rational for a squirrel to try get the hell out.
I would have preferred if they would have told me what type of squirrel it was instead of a subjective description.
LMAO....
Where's Ray Stevens when you need him???
Is Ray Stevens visiting the UK?
Artist: Ray Stevens
Song: Missippi Squirel Revival
VERSE 1
Well when I was a kid I would take a trip
every Summer down to "Mississipp," to visit
my Granny and 'er "Auntie Belluam World."
I'd run barefooted all-day long, climbing
trees free as a song; One day I happened
to catch myself a squirrel.
Well I stuffed him down
in an old shoe box, and punched a couple
holes in the top; When Sunday came I snuck em'
in the Church. I sittin' way back on the very
last pew showin em' to my good buddy Hugh,
when that squirrel got loose and went totally
buzzerk.
Well what happened next is hard to tell;
some thought it was Heaven others thought
it was Hell, but the fact that something was
among was plain to see.
As the choir sang " I Surrender All", the
squirrel ran up Harv Newman's coveralls, and
Harv leaped to his feet and said something's got
a hold on me yeeeooow!
CHORUS
The day the squirrel went buzzerk in the
First Self-Righteous Church in that sleepy little
town of Pascagoula. It was a fight for survival
that broke out in revival. They were jumpin' pews
and shoutin' "Hallelujah".
VERSE 2
Well Harv hit the aisles dancin' and screamin'.
Some thought he had Religion others thought
he had a demon, and Harv thought he had a
weed-eater loose in his fruit-of-the-looms.
He fell to his knees to plead and beg, and the
squirrel ran out of his britchy-leg; unobserved
to the otherside of the room.
All the way down to the AMEN pew, where sat
"Sister Bertha Better-than-You", who had been
watching all of the commotion with sufistic glee.
But shoot, you should have seen the look in her eyes
when that squirrel jumped her garders and crossed her
thighs. And she jumped to her feet and said,"Lord have
mercy on me."
As that squirrel mad laps inside her dress she began to
cry and then to confess, to sins that would make a
sailor blush with shame. She told of gossip, and church
desention, but thing that got the most attention was when
she told of her Love Life and then she Started naming names.
CHORUS
VERSE 3
Well seven Deacons and then the Pastor got saved, and
twenty-five thousand dollars got raised, and fifty
volunteered for missions in the Congo on the spot.
And even without an invitation there were at least
five hundred rededications, and we all got
rebaptized whether we needed it or not.
Now you've heard the Bible stories I guess of how he parted
the waters for Moses to pass. Oh the Miracles, God has
wraught in this old world. But the one I'll remember till my
dying day is when He put that church back on the narrow way
with a half crazed Mississippi squirrel.
CHORUS (x2)
It was most likely one of the American Gray Squirrels that the Limeys imported, must be our fault!
Berserk squirrel ping...
The squirrel was done in!
Notice there ain't no suspects at present..
Wonder why the squirrel was dead.
Damn hippies.
It's not dead. It's just resting.
I raised a couple of baby squirrels after their mother was killed. I like them, but some people hate them. I've not had a problem with them. Maybe it's because I feed them.
I have a squirrel that lives in a tree in my yard. He's tamed to the point that he will take a cookie from my hand.
My hugh mistake though, I've turned him into a damn'd democrat. I can't sit on the patio without him coming up to me and begging. A cracker won't do, he demands a cookie.
Entitlement you know.
I opened the breakfast room window hoping it would notice the fresh air, and went to the front door and propped the screen door open. The squirrel took off and found its way out the front door. It got back in one more time after that but knew how to get back out.
I found it dead in the street hit by a car about a year later; I knew that one because it had a slit in its ear; I called him Clipper. I have a nice photo of him climbing my birch tree with a peanut in his mouth.
I've had birds get in, cats got those, but not a woodpecker that got in; I got that one out when it hid in a box with a lid on the closet shelf. A chipmunk the cat got by the tail but otherwise unharmed I got out by closing the door to keep the cat from getting at it again and cracking the screen open, left it peanuts and water. The next morning there were peanut shells all over my keyboard. The next night I put the peanuts by the open window, and the next morning, they were untouched, and the chipmunk was gone.
Two bats I caught and took them away to some woods and released them.
Now I have a havahart trap which will work for some critters, probably not birds and bats. They seemed to be getting in through a broken attic window which is now fixed.
When I still had my old cat, I used to take her outdoors for fresh air. She heard a noise, I aimed the flashlight and she was just a few inches from a possum. I scooped her up and brought her in the house.
The other night I turned on the porch light to go out and tend some cuttings I'd forgotten to put the screens up, and a coon was eating the bird food on my front porch, it ran off when it saw me. Wish I could have gotten a picture of that. I went on out anyway.
Poor squirrel probably died from panic and exhaustion.
Evil Squirrel Ping!
Squirrel's just a rat with a bushy tail.