One critter has been extracted from the wood burning stove at a cost of $161.25 which I can deduct from next month's rent. Below are pictures of the critter, no it wasn't the infamous bat, but instead a flying squirrel. Rocky, seems to have gotten into the house from the poorly constructed grate on top of the chimney which I will need to talk to the landlord about replacing.
Rocky was all covered in soot, a bit frightened, about the size of a child's fist, and was having a little trouble breathing. She was kind of cute and I am not as bothered by having her in the house as much as I was with a bat.
Bill, the guy who caught Rocky, will be taking her to his place to set her free. We talked for about 15 minutes on the driveway with some water and a straw providing water to Rocky. She probably hasn't had any water for almost 24 hours and breathing all that soot surely wasn't good for her. Once she started drinking she'd grab the straw with her little paws, then appeared to calm down a bit.
Anyway, here's a couple pictures of Rocky. I just hope Bullwinkle doesn't decide to try and squeeze down our chimney next.
Long Night
Monday, 09/06/04 @ 8:40am
Last night The Wife and I watched another movie and were both a bit sleepy when it ended at 9:30pm. Thinking this was a good thing considering I am somewhat an insomniac, she went off to bed as I came down to the basement to check emails etc.
While I was reading I kept hearing this little noise coming from near the wood burning stove. I thought it was probably Dustie the Cat. I decided that it was time to go get her to stop from whatever she had gotten into. As I approached that side of the room, I realized that she was not in the room and the sound was coming from within the wood burning stove. That's when I woke right up!
Now, some of you know I cannot handle bugs of any sort, and when it comes to wild critters, well, some can be cute and cuddly from a distance, but not up close and personal with all their diseases. Some of you might remember hearing about a bat that was making it's way into our bedroom through the window screen and window frame a couple years back. Enough said.
So, I had to go upstairs and wake The Wife to come and make sure I wasn't attacked by some racoon or poor little cardinal that made it's way into the chimney and down to the stove. She was happy to oblige. We carefully approached the stove with all the lights in the room on and a flashlight to boot. I opened the stove doors very slowly and slightly and pointed the light inside. I couldn't see anything at first, so I opened them a bit more. Lo and behold, there it was.
It appears our little flying rodent friend has found a new way to enter the house. That's right! It's back! I mean, it's a bat!
Not sure how to catch it, we tried to barricade the doors to the stove in a hope to contain it until morning when we could call some form of "animal control" in our area. The Wife went back to bed, and I now couldn't sleep and sat up watching the stove to make sure it couldn't get out. I kept seeing these little hands reaching through the cracks between the doors to the stove and the frame. I had to try a new barricade method when I saw it almost get out. I was up until 4am trying to make sure it had no way out but the same way it entered.
Now it's morning and I haven't checked to see if it's still in there. That's what I am going to do now and then call for "animal control" of some sort. The Wife is not here to protect me and Dustie the Cat would prefer to play with it than herd it outside, so if this should happen to be my last post, know this... I would have run fearfully while being attacked by the furry winged rodent.