Critter Control....

This week we had another interesting encounter with a "foreign species" being in the house. This time however, the species didn't let himself in, he was brought in by none other than the P's. Story kind of begins the same way our bat experience did-I'm sitting at my desk working when Craig and the girls come in giggling away and saying " Mommmmmmyyyy, guess what we found?! " Part of me was scared to look, but being that Craig was there manning the the makeshift cage, I figured it was okay. I brace myself, take a peek, and there it was, a cute, furry, probably rabid chipmunk. I'll admit, it was pretty cute, but all I could think about was it going buck crazy, flying out of the cage and getting loose in the house somewhere. Once I remove those images from my head, I begin to question where this little critter came from. Craig tells me that while he was sitting in his office working, the girls came running in from outside and Paisley had the chipmunk in her hands.  "What!" " In her hands?" "How in the hell, did she catch a chipmunk with her bare hands?!" " Thank God she wasn't bitten!" "Paisley, go wash your hands now!" I'm then being told to calm down by a 4yr old who assures me "Ugh, its ooooookay, he's nice " Come to find out Romeo had caught the chipmunk to begin with and Paisley, taking after her Daddy decided she needed to save the chipmunks little life by freeing him from the wrath of Romeo's teeth. They then proceed to tell me that they took him on a little joy ride on the rocket swing, down the slide and in the wagon. I bet he had a blast! Poor guy, he'd probably wished the cat would have just ate him lunch! I explained to the girls that he we couldn't keep him and we needed to find a nice spot in the woods to set him free. Reluctantly, they let him go, but not before I could snap a quick pic.