We have a new roommate…a wild squirrel has made its home under my roof. Toffee doesn’t know that it is there yet, since it is about two stories above ground level.
Years ago, when I was 6 years old, our family moved into a rental home until we could find one to buy near dad’s new workplace. The small cabin was lovely — right by a stream (full of lizards and other creatures handy for startling my mom) and close to a mountain trail that bears frequented. We attended a two-room school, with one row of desks per grade. A husband and wife team shared the teaching, and families carpooled. All this was nice and pleasant, but I remember being frightened constantly by the rats that lived in the crawl space and attic of that cabin. It smelled like rats; I was ill for those two months with stomach issues.
Now, as I listen to squirrels (or raccoons) scampering across the roof, I am reminded of those rats in the attic from over 50 years ago. Today I will be contacting the pest control people before we get more roommates.
Reflections 