On Sunday, I was watching TV and I heard this weird scuttling noise on my porch. I open the curtains, and sure enough a rotten little squirrel was hanging UPSIDE down off of my roof and shaking the food out of my birdfeeder. OK, normally, it wouldn’t have irritated me, but I had JUST filled it the day before.
I went outside and of course the squirrel ran on the roof. He forgot something though…his tail. So, I stood there and started at this scrawny little tail hanging over the edge of my roof. I stood there and had an internal debate about what would happen if I grabbed his tail and tried to pull him off of the roof. I was a bit afraid I would end up on the Darwin Awards this year (how lame would it be to say died from pulling squirrel tail?), or that it would be some kind of crazy attack squirrel like the bunny in Monty Python and the Search for the Holy Grail.
I grabbed a big push broom that was on the porch, and poked his tail with it. The little turd STAYED there, so I whacked his tail again. Then I stood there and seriously considered yanking his tail AGAIN. I chickened out though and hit the gutters with the broom instead so it would run off.
Today…I wish I had pulled his tail to see what would have happened.
What would you have done?