The Chimney of Death
Okay, before I tell you about the chimney of death, I must show you Daniel, playing in his very first gigantic rain puddle. This puddle was more like a small pond. The older boys were all pretending to fish in it (Joshua and company), but Daniel, being young and unbridled, just splashed right into the center of the thing. He got a gooood bath when he got home, needless to say. Thankfully, it wasn’t cold today.
Okay, now about our chimney! I mentioned on my last post that the basement still smelled really bad, even after having removed the FIVE dead squirrels from above the flu. Alan decided that must mean that there are still some more squirrel carcasses up there, so he donned his heavy duty work gloves and reached a little further, and more to the right….
two more carcasses and one more newly deceased.
I texted our land lady the story. She texted back, “omg. That is so gross.”
How bizarre is this craziness!!?? Did the older dead squirrels live in the chimney during the time we have been living here? If so, I certainly never heard them.
Also, squirrels are very social animals, I think the chimney of death goes to show they will not leave a fellow squirrel forsaken. Search and rescue teams will be dispatched.
I just hope that this will put an end to the neighborhood squirrel genocide being committed by our fireplace!! I actually like squirrels!