OK...so I don't normally post stuff about our crazy life outside of photography but today I felt compelled. I think everyone has a story to tell about a critter. This little guy "Woody"--because it originally sounded like a woodpecker banging on the wall outside of Georgia's room--was found this morning in his little cage. Ed meticulously baited it last night and the little guy got the food out without setting off the trap. Ed re-baited it before leaving for work and BINGO! We got him...or should I say HER... The sad thing is she is probably pregnant and she was finding a nice warm place to have babies...IN OUR WALL!!! SO...right after little Woody was trapped I realize that I am terrified of squirrels and I had no idea how I was going to get rid of her. My first thought was to call my Dad who usually comes to the rescue. His response was to call the animal people... no go (for future reference, they don't pick up animals that are a nuisance to you or your home). Second thought...call TOM... poor Tom, he always gets the husband calls. One day he kindly helped me stretch my slipcovers on my couch because I needed someone strong and someone who by chance might be in the Hamilton area. Anyway, Tom came, rescued Woody and then I had to give him the bad news... She had to be released 5-10 miles away from our house. OK, so he wasn't too happy about this, but bless his heart, calls me 12.6 miles away and tells me he is about to release Woody.
After Tom drops off the empty cage he tells me the bad news: "No lie, she was headed west..." OMG!!!
