In addition to the normal chaos of five humans in the house, a chipmunk lived here over the weekend.
We've been in the habit of pulling open the large sliding door at breakfast, letting in cool air and listening to the birds out back. Sometimes we leave it open and go on about our day, until the humidity creeps up or until a cicada sneaks in.
Seemingly unrelated but ultimately connected and kind of hard to argue with: We have Cheerios! We can take care of him! I will make him a bed!!
I can handle an occasional catch and release katydid, but I'm not keen on cleaning up chipmunk poop.
The back door came with a screen, and it suddenly feels important to unearth it from the basement.
During our recent trip to the trout fishing cabin, Sandy and I shared the interior with a flying squirrel. He would get on top of the fridge and fly around the cabin. Way more entertaining than the internet. Matthew was like WTH? The little guy was about chipmunk size and would have made a wonderful Christmas gift from us to your boys...pretty sure you could house train it...however, we opened a door and let him fly out. Maybe next Christmas.