Squirrels Destroyed My House

Surfing in Hawaii this winter had its consequences.  My neighbor squirrels decided to break into my cabin and move in.  The horror of their winter partying nearly caused me to sit down and cry, thankfully there wasn’t a clean place to curl up and sob, so I pulled up my sleeves and began tackling my Molly Maid nightmare.  There was hardly a place to step.  Baby chicks were cruising around making mess after mess and paper towel rolls were unraveling like a steady drum beat.  Skippy would appear at the top of the stairs looking down as if to say, “Whoa, what’s going on in here?  This is my place.”  They even figured out how to unscrew jar lids and sleep in one without tipping it over.

I filled 20 hefty, black garbage bags of soiled, slept in or half eaten goods, from bags of chia seed to rugs and clothing.  I scrubbed every corner, surface, cupboard and dishware in the house and I gotta say, it felt pretty satisfying after each section was done.

Eventually the chicks moved into the greenhouse and every mini doorway the squirrels had found or made was sealed, except the front door, which I now have to guard until I get to town to buy another one.  On the squirrels behalf, we did have an extremely dry summer.  I didn’t hear a single cone drop on my roof this fall and normally it’s a dangerous bomb zone around the place, nor were there nipped cedar boughs carpeting the forest floor or walkways. The trees just didn’t have the energy to grow their usual larder of cones.  It must have been a tough winter for the little guys.  Knowing food always came from my cabin, I can hardly blame them for coming in to find their buffet, though they don’t stand a chance for an invite back in.

So meet Skippy and Chippy on this cabin tour…

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