Squirrel in the house!

[Peruvian]

That fucker deserves a Victor rat sized snappy trap.

[Thaleia]

So a tree rat Grinched down your chimney and likes to look out your window and rage against beavers on your fkn table? And you ain't gone Ghost Warrior on his ass and dressed his stiff little corpse in doll clothes and hung him from your mantle as a warning to all who might follow?

Ha, no, I haven't. Kinda thought the trap would have worked by now, but he hasn't even come out of hiding from what I can tell. Maybe my extremely threatening and powerful demeanor gave him a heart attack /s

Some great comments here, thanks for the laughs.

[TBS]

Y’all need to listen to this episode of This American Life
https://www.thisamericanlife.org/510/fiasco/act-three-0

Short description - rookie cop answers a call for possible intruder. Ends with a broken nose, fire in the house, a fried squirrel and a romantic evening ruined

[Thaleia]

Here's dumb dumb this morning repeatedly throwing himself into a window:

https://onedrive.live.com/?authkey=%...%21190&o=OneUp

[plugboots]

Nice squirrel hunting pants.

[iceman]

Here's dumb dumb this morning repeatedly throwing himself into a window:

https://onedrive.live.com/?authkey=%...%21190&o=OneUp

Perhaps you should consider opening the windows?

[Thaleia]

Perhaps you should consider opening the windows?

Oh shit that would have been smart.

(That was literally the moment I found him.)

[Buster Highmen]

Guns and jammies, the height of sartorial splendor!.

One time, my pal and I were blazing on some bromo mescaline staying at his family's cabin way up in the Flint Creek range outside Deer Lodge when a mountain rat got into the cabin.

We were living on meager supplies of bisquick, a few eggs, oatmeal, mushrooms and trout, and town was a long way off down a rocky lump road in an old Ford LTD, so we were really touchy about the food supply. Plus the exposure just made you want to fight off the elements. Heat came from an enormous stone fireplace and a huDge old faded blue Majestic wood burning cast iron stove.

Hallucinating madly, we crashed around the 2 room log cabin with fire pokers and brooms and axes, trying to scare the little fucker out of the place for hours. He was having none of it, hiding in the pots and pans which produced demolition rally level clangs when we'd try to get at the thing before it shot off up into the rafters or under the beds and couches, up on top of bookshelves and kitchen cupboards.

So it came down to murder.

I think we chased the thing for 4 hours, raging and laughing, imagining things that weren't there, completely overlooking the rat when the electric fogs got too thick, angry, frustrated, imagining loss of food and sleep if we didn't banish the rat, seized with do or die mania and obsessed with winning.

Finally, Jamie landed a stunner blow to the thing in the cupboards, clearing out a pile of pots when it fell to the floor at my feet and I skewered it with a fire poker. Not wanting to attract coyotes or bears, I threw it into the lake.

Then it all seemed such a downer, but having been up all night, I just went and passed out.

[SumJongGuy]

^^^ I really thought this was going to end with.. we cooked it and ate it.. It was delicious!

[k2skier112]

22 cal pellet gun

[old goat]

22 cal pellet gun

I once had a crazy next door German neighbor lady who used to shoot at the squirrels eating the almonds in her tree. She never hit one to my knowledge. Otherwise she was a cool lady--wound up in a concentration camp for throwing food over the fence to her Jewish friend. Married a GI after the war.

[stuckathuntermtn]

You're gonna have to move and get all new stuff.

[PB]

Guns and jammies, the height of sartorial splendor!.

One time, my pal and I were blazing on some bromo mescaline staying at his family's cabin way up in the Flint Creek range outside Deer Lodge when a mountain rat got into the cabin.

We were living on meager supplies of bisquick, a few eggs, oatmeal, mushrooms and trout, and town was a long way off down a rocky lump road in an old Ford LTD, so we were really touchy about the food supply. Plus the exposure just made you want to fight off the elements. Heat came from an enormous stone fireplace and a huDge old faded blue Majestic wood burning cast iron stove.

Hallucinating madly, we crashed around the 2 room log cabin with fire pokers and brooms and axes, trying to scare the little fucker out of the place for hours. He was having none of it, hiding in the pots and pans which produced demolition rally level clangs when we'd try to get at the thing before it shot off up into the rafters or under the beds and couches, up on top of bookshelves and kitchen cupboards.

So it came down to murder.

I think we chased the thing for 4 hours, raging and laughing, imagining things that weren't there, completely overlooking the rat when the electric fogs got too thick, angry, frustrated, imagining loss of food and sleep if we didn't banish the rat, seized with do or die mania and obsessed with winning.

Finally, Jamie landed a stunner blow to the thing in the cupboards, clearing out a pile of pots when it fell to the floor at my feet and I skewered it with a fire poker. Not wanting to attract coyotes or bears, I threw it into the lake.

Then it all seemed such a downer, but having been up all night, I just went and passed out.

This is why TGR will never die.
FEVER DREAMS FOREVER

[Thaleia]

Still waiting on the trap..

Found the vid showing the previous, decades old intrusion. Friend had a new camcorder so was in that phase were you film everything. He did a nice job editing it too. But this is ancient, so the quality is poor.

Sorry.

[Thaleia]

Our visitor spent the night, still hasn't gone near the trap. Must be getting hungry.

[Kenny Satch]

Maybe try to trick that unwanted house guest.

[SumJongGuy]

Maybe try to trick that unwanted house guest.

[OregonDead]

Why storing all that furniture if you don’t care about a squirrel living in it? Time to buy beer and invite everyone over to move shit and chase the squirrel.

Our visitor spent the night, still hasn't gone near the trap. Must be getting hungry.

[Kenny Satch]

Lulz.....

[plugboots]

This got me thinking that if you’re hunting a squirrel in your house pajamas would be the perfect camo.