Yikes!! There's a squirrel in my office!

And I don't mean my Chair of Trustees (not this time, at least)!

Critters
freaking out while reading DU--so YOU get to read about it!

damn it!

:rofl:

you won't see it again until it wants to get married. :)

I left a copy of our congregational covenant sitting open on my desk. I'm thinking it saw the part about regularly paricipating in worship, or supporting the church financially, and skedaddled! Or maybe it signed it, in whatever way a squirrel would do that, headed out the window I left open for his escape, and will be in worship on Christmas Eve--or when the little ones need baptizin'!

you'd just been visited by a representative of Squirrel-with-a-capital S. Any planning or stewardship issues in the offing?

as the first step in a long-range planning program.

You think Squirrel was here to help with that?

Whenever you find a critter out of his normal space--and in yours--it's because he has something to say to you. Squirrel is about two things: resource management and quick reaction in a crisis. Conserve for the future, toss out what you don't need, and don't be afraid to lose some of your tail to save the rest. ;-)

to make me at least wonder about such things.

Here's the wierdest...

I had a parishioner in Chicago who talked about "Heinzelmannchen"--German leprechauns, in effect--a lot.
When I was preparing to leave that church to go to another, she told me she had asked the Heinzelmannchen to keep an eye on me--and they promised they would. She said she felt much better about my move knowing they would be with me.

A couple of months later, after I had moved to a rural church downstate, I was caught in a terrible snow storm on my way home from a hospital visit. I slid into a ditch, got out, and started heading out to look for a house or people or something. Just as I get up on the road and start walking, a tow truck pulls up. The guy offers to help me get my car out and home. Of course, I accept his offer. I climb into his truck, he hooks up my car and takes me home.

After he drops me off with my car in my driveway, as he drives off, I realize that he was from "Heinzelmann Towing". I think "Anna will find that interesting". A few days later, I ask at a Women's Guild meeting where "Heinzelmann Towing" is located. I kid you not, no one knew of such a business.


That kinda wierded me out!

Last interesting thing....my check was cashed. So, apparently the Heinzelmannchen will help out, but they expect to be paid! :)

Just kidding! :D

the world, Nutty was his name. I was very young (about 7 or 8)and no pets allowed at home, so while at the playground this little guy was hopping very slowly and I threw my sweater on him (he was a very young baby), and he turned and hissed at me while the sweater was blanketing him.

Now, my discipline was a belt on the bare butt (surely, for going home without the sweater), so after a great deal of trepidation I garnered courage and grabbed the sweater and the munchkin ran up my arm and under my long hair, no biting or scratching. After arriving home with the little guy (Dad decided we had to keep him until rabies could be ruled out), he had a home in our garage. We feed him with a small bottle at first and then graduated him onto a more mature, vet inspired diet.

I was his favorite and he mine. It was so much fun walking down the block with long hair and a squirrel buried under it, only to have him pop out unexpectedly and freak out those around us. I actually had to teach him how to climb a tree, and he excelled. The time came that my father said "He was born wild and free and he should live wild and free!", so, we closed the garage door, but provided food and eventually, we saw less and less of him.

It was a long winter, and when spring came we put out nuts on the front porch, which would disappear sometimes with him in sight and sometimes not. That summer, as proud as could be, he and the Mrs. came parading up for the nuts, with a little brood of squirrelettes behind them. We were so happy to see Nutty (wild and happy) and his family (that was the only time they came to visit) that saying good bye was easy.

This is a true story and Nutty did live a block away, he did respond to my voice, but hissed at my friends and that was the end of the captured baby squirrel story.

Any squirrel who drops by is safe here!