This is the story of how I had to find myself a new home.
Luckily the weather was nice at the time so it wasn't a real problem.
Well, it all started because I was living under their bath at the time.
It was nice and cosy, warm and dry. These things are very important to a squirrel.
It was a bit noisy at times, with the water running and someone singing
(at least that is what the humans call it - I have my own ideas)
BUT
one of the humans must have heard me moving about and told the others.
"There is something running up and down above the stairs" she said.
"Rubbish" the Father said and went off to work.
The Son said "let's find out what it is. If you stand on that stair you can just reach the ceiling"
"I will go outside and watch while you knock on the ceiling"
so that is what they did.
The Son saw me squeeze out by the bath overflow, nip down the house wall and race off along the fence. We use fence tops like roads you know - very useful at times.
Well that was the end of that luxury pad, sad! The humans waited until they knew I wasn't inside and had the hole blocked up.
I had to find myself another home - but that's another story.
See you again
