Hettie! Right there! Where? There! Oh, squirrel..

2:00 in the morning, father yells "Squirrel! Squirrel is in the house! Everyone up!". I walk down Stairs. Cute, Little, Brown fluff ball is boucing off the walls at every angle. What the hell. How the hell? Where? What? When? How did a F-ing squirrel in the house? My smart-man of the father forgot to shut the fireplace's hatchet. Cool? So, it crawled it, while my dad was sleep sneaked out of the fireplace and decided to cause a huge scene. Squirrels plan. Success. Almost everyone in the house was awake and in that droozy angry mess. To bad, we still had to catch the squirrel. We caught the squirrel. We made a little tunnel thingy and led it to the door. It was an exciting night. We learned one thing. Never leave Louis with a squirrel it just ends up with more trouble. His idea of getting it out, hitting it as hard as he can with a golf club. TORTURE DAD. TORTURE.






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