The Cross House
Recently, I did two posts about being invaded by squirrels.
The adventure was exhausting.
Just when I thought the damn creatures were gone, they would make a mockery of my assumptions. One day, after opening the outer front door, I unlocked the inner door, opened it, and…stopped. A squirrel was standing in the foyer looking like a tiny butler ready to greet me.
It stared. Then bolted.
A fews days later one was in the kitchen.
One day I was walking up the servant’s stair when I heard an odd sound. I stopped. The sound grew closer. Then closer. Then a squirrel casually walked right by me not 6-inches away. He seems unaware of my presence.
Every day I would go to the third floor and open several windows with the hope that the damn squirrels would recognize these as escape routes. I even made ramps to the window sills out of 2×6 boards. Squirrels like ramps, right?
But were the damn squirrels leaving?
I worried that they would die of thirst and/or starvation so I put a water bowl on the third floor floor, and a large glop of peanut butter adjacent.
Neither was ever touched.
Do squirrels prefer filet mignon and red wine?
The days passed into weeks and, eventually, there were no sightings. And no evidence of their existence.
Then, one day I did the now ritual walk up to the third floor and heard a very odd sound.
Damn. Two birds were in the attic! How did they get in?
I opened several windows, and managed to get the birds in the vicinity of said windows. Then the birds flew out.
As I stepped away I saw something quite unexpected.
I cleaned and refilled the water bowl, and added a fresh glop of peanut butter. And about every other day one or more birds are back inside. I am uncertain if these are new birds each time or the same birds toying with me.
I am not amused.