I thought I would write about the time a flying squirrel got into the house when Didi, our greyhound was still alive.
I saw a flash of fur out of the corner of my eye and thought it was a mouse. Didi also spotted it and took off after it. I ran into the dining room where I thought it might have gone, and Didi took off into the library. So I figured she knew better than I did and I followed her into the library instead. I’m looking under the chairs, in the corners, all around, and finally was about to give up when I looked at Didi who was sitting in the middle of the library looking UP! Well, we all know mice don’t go UP that fast, so I chided Didi and tried to cajole her into looking for the mouse, but she kept sitting there and looked UP. I finally figured out maybe I should try that too, and when I looked up in her direction, there it was.
The cutest little stuffed toy you have ever seen. Someone could make a mint selling them! It was perched on top of one of our McKnight smaller pictures. The picture was slanted from the weight. The biggest black eyes you have ever seen, and large ears, small body – maybe the size of a chipmunk but a little bigger. It was all brown, and a small tail. I stood there staring at it wondering what to do about the poor thing. Eventually I figured I’d get a towel and see if I could catch it in the towel and put it outside.
All the plans of mice and men – women – gone to pot. As soon as I approached I got to see the piece of skin that acted as gliding wings attached from front feet to back. The little darling leaped off the picture and flew over my head so fast, there was no way I could catch it. I tried several times to no avail. Finally, so as not to further scare the poor thing, I opened the front door, turned off all the lights except the front porch light and went in to watch TV hoping it would get the hint It did, and I could hear it skitter down the hallway, and out the front door. I turned on the lights and closed the door to a great experience here On The Brink.
