It happened just the other day. This is the unfiltered version of the story moments after it happened.
Cindy called me downstairs. Said she heard scratching. Didn’t know where it was coming from. I listened but didn’t hear anything. We let some time go by. Then we both heard it. It was coming from the wood stove. I looked inside. Nothing. Heard the sound again. Looked inside. It was a squirrel! A squirrel had worked his way down my chimney into the wood stove. I put on some heavy gloves and tried to grab him. He bit the gloves. Startled me! I jumped and screamed like an old lady. I regrouped. Came up with a "better" plan. I put a paper bag inside the stove and tried to coax him into it with a big wooden spoon. He jumped straight up out of the stove and onto my head. WooHoo! Then he leapt off my head, out the patio door, into the yard, and ran up a tree. I almost peed myself.
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