While I am still working on giving my small space an overhaul, there are some things that are blog worthy right now....like the fact that we have a large storage room off of our loft, and where I am so thankful for the extra space, I am not so thankful for the latest tenant...who was not paying rent. It was recently enclosed with sheet rock but a small hole was left that we thought nothing of.
Well, I wish that we had thought something of it. We think that we had a small squirrel bunking with us, and he left a big mess. He used my boxes for making a nest...
as well as the foot off of "Fluffy". Now Fluffy and I have a really long history, she was the very first stuffed animal that I was ever given. My aunt Analee gave her to me, and I have secretly toted my friend Fluffy with me since I left home 16 years ago. She was loved, in fact loved so much that she was missing her nose and an eye. I was sad, I think I might have even shed a tear...we threw her away.
This tenant of ours was not kidding around....it wanted in that box...
And then I realized, that the shredding of the box and Fluffy was maybe preventable. If you look at the corner of this nice little San Francisco street car tin, you can see the teeth and claw marks. In the first picture you might notice that the tin was in the bottom of the box...any guesses on what was in that tin?
4 comments:
Oh Shalene! Did you ever hear anything up there?? Yikes! So what was in the tin...cookies??
Love the overhaul here, too! I am not a fan of little creatures that take your stuff!
when we lived in ma and dad's house in Bristol, in the attic there was a raccoon, that decided to have her babies in. One spring night Mike and I were laying in the bed and we could hear them, running and scampering around up there. They had cute little squeeks. I used to joke and say they were playing football up there... It was so funny. It took alot to get them out too.
They had gotten in by chewing through the wooden loovers that covered the air vent... LOL
12 yrs ago I lived in a big old farmhouse (in WI) that my parents owned & were fixing up to rent out... I became CONVINCED i had a ghost living with me, when I could hear footsteps & creaking on the stairs every night. My cats would chase the sound up & down the hallway. It got worse & worse, & upon investigation - we had a whole FAMILY of squirrels living in the wall under my staircase! I wasn't sure what woulda been worse: a bunch of squirrels, OR a ghost?!!! LOL
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