Uninvited guest

No pictures today. Just something we need to document.

Mom and Dad went to a wedding on Saturday night and Grandma Linda stayed home to watch us. We had a blast. Our story starts from when I woke up on Sunday morning:

7:45 am: Dad came into my bedroom after I woke up and asked if we had fun the night before. He also asked, "Did anything exciting happen?"

I said, "Yep! There was a squirrel in the house!" Then I went on to explain that the squirrel was near the entertainment center right outside my bedroom door. Dad asked, "Really!?" And I said, "Yeah, really! I saw it when we came upstairs from the playroom last night."

At that point Dad thought it was strange that Grandma hadn't called, texted or even mentioned it when they got home the previous night. He chalked it up to a 3-year old imagination.

8:30 am: I told Mom the exact same story.

8:45 am: Grandma got up and Dad asked about any wildlife in the house. She was genuinely baffled. She came upstairs for breakfast and showed Mom and Dad that the "squirrel" was in fact a silver bowl that John and I were playing with the previous night.

12:45 pm: Dad decided to vacuum our bedrooms quickly before nap time. John was following him around and I was finishing lunch with Grandma. He turned on the vacuum in my room and immediately heard a very familiar sound that does not belong indoors. He calmly turned the vacuum off, grabbed John, left the room and closed the door. Mom saw this and her face conveyed her concern. Dad composed himself and answered, "Tess was right. There is a squirrel in the house and it's under her bed."

12:50 pm: Suited up in long pants, long sleeves, hats and gloves and armed with tennis racquets, Mom and Dad entered my bedroom and opened the three windows. The squirrel was in the corner under my bed. Dad moved my bed a bit and the squirrel scooted under the dresser. Dad moved the dresser a bit and the squirrel barked. At that point, Mom decided it was a better one-person job and left the room. The squirrel ran back to the corner under my bed and Dad approached it with the extended tennis racquets. Before he made contact, the squirrel darted across the room, took a single hop off the side of a pink toy bin, another hop off the bookshelf and out the window.

My one-night sleepover with the squirrel was over.

We have no idea how the squirrel got in the house. We have no idea why Keillor didn't raise an alarm. Grandma felt sick to her stomach most of the day after we discovered the furry creature. Thankfully, the squirrel didn't snore and didn't raise a ruckus during the night and all we have left from the adventure is a fun story!