I started opening drawers and lo! Out sprung a black squirrel! There was a squirrel hanging out in Elaine's underwear drawer (obviously some kind a relative of Foamy). The squirrel darted under the bed and tharsis immediately took up a strategic position by the bed, cutting off the squirrel's escape. Based on my surprised exclamation, "Uagh! There is a squirrel in here!" Elaine came and got in on the action. She took a position by the door with the laundry basket in hand, Tharsis maintained his vigil at the best exit point between the bed and the door, and I got on the bed to do a little reconnaissance.
I could see the squirrel behind the bed. I sent Tharsis in to flush him out and Elaine captured the squirrel under the laundry basket. At which point I tried to take pictures:
The flash really pissed off the squirrel. It was at that point we discovered the true meaning of squirrelly wrath. It started growling. I've never heard a squirrel make any noise before, let alone growl. It was like a raspy wheeze. This was one seriously angry squirrel.
In a variation on the spider-in-a-jar method of removing pests scaled up to squirrel proportions, we slipped a stretched canvas under the laundry basket and carried the vicious, wheezing squirrel to the balcony, where he was released unharmed into the trees.
tharsis gets extra bonus point for fearlessness in the face of squirrelly wrath and for pack-hunting with the humans. _jazz_ missed the whole thing.
Oringinal post: http://mbarrick.livejournal.com/536709.html