Aging Nicely …2

My husband had gone to an appointment an hour’s drive from home.I was anxiously awaiting his return when I heard a noise outside in the vicinity of where he parks his car.

I opened the door to the deck and stepped out, only to see that his car was not there. However, I could hear the noise, louder and clearer. Upon closer examination, it was coming from one of two uncovered garbage cans. It had been raining for four days so there had to be at least six inches of water in the cans. It suddenly occurred to me that the noise was an animal that had somehow become trapped in one of the cans.  I stepped off the deck and froze in my tracks as I heard the scratching sound, unmistakably coming from inside one can.

I thought,” What am I going to do, I can’t go near the thing. What can it be?”

Then I heard the noise stop. Fear turned to panic. Whatever it was, I couldn’t let it die because I was panic stricken. What could I do?

I stepped closer, my heart pounding and my throat closing.

I reached out and tipped the garbage can away from me. Out came a lot of water and a half drowned squirrel. It looked dazed. It oriented itself and shook off some of the water. It stared at me and I stared back. Not wanting it to come near me, I pounded on the empty can and the squirrel took off. I stood there for what seemed like several minutes before I could walk back inside.

When my husband got home and I told him the story, he couldn’t believe I rescued a squirrel, since I spend half of my life trying to keep them out of the bird feeder…I am not going to feed it, there’s plenty of acorns in our yard…I just couldn’t let it drown.

Aging Nicely …2

My husband had gone to an appointment an hour’s drive from home.I was anxiously awaiting his return when I heard a noise outside in the vicinity of where he parks his car.

I opened the door to the deck and stepped out, only to see that his car was not there. However, I could hear the noise, louder and clearer. Upon closer examination, it was coming from one of two uncovered garbage cans. It had been raining for four days so there had to be at least six inches of water in the cans. It suddenly occurred to me that the noise was an animal that had somehow become trapped in one of the cans.  I stepped off the deck and froze in my tracks as I heard the scratching sound, unmistakably coming from inside one can.

I thought,” What am I going to do, I can’t go near the thing. What can it be?”

Then I heard the noise stop. Fear turned to panic. Whatever it was, I couldn’t let it die because I was panic stricken. What could I do?

I stepped closer, my heart pounding and my throat closing.

I reached out and tipped the garbage can away from me. Out came a lot of water and a half drowned squirrel. It looked dazed. It oriented itself and shook off some of the water. It stared at me and I stared back. Not wanting it to come near me, I pounded on the empty can and the squirrel took off. I stood there for what seemed like several minutes before I could walk back inside.

When my husband got home and I told him the story, he couldn’t believe I rescued a squirrel, since I spend half of my life trying to keep them out of the bird feeder…I am not going to feed it, there’s plenty of acorns in our yard…I just couldn’t let it drown.

Aging Nicely …2

My husband had gone to an appointment an hour’s drive from home.I was anxiously awaiting his return when I heard a noise outside in the vicinity of where he parks his car. I opened the door to the deck and stepped out, only to see that his car was not there. However, I could hear the noise, louder and clearer. Upon closer examination, it was coming from one of two uncovered garbage cans.

It had been raining for four days so there had to be at least six inches of water in the cans. It suddenly occurred to me that the noise was an animal that had somehow become trapped in one of the cans. I stepped off the deck and froze in my tracks as I heard the scratching sound, unmistakably coming from inside one can. I thought,” What am I going to do, I can’t go near the thing. What can it be?” Then I heard the noise stop. Fear turned to panic. Whatever it was, I couldn’t let it die because I was panic stricken. What could I do? I stepped closer, my heart pounding and my throat closing. I reached out and tipped the garbage can away from me. Out came a lot of water and a half drowned squirrel. It looked dazed. It oriented itself and shook off some of the water. It stared at me and I stared back. Not wanting it to come near me, I pounded on the empty can and the squirrel took off. I stood there for what seemed like several minutes before I could walk back inside. When my husband got home and I told him the story, he couldn’t believe I rescued a squirrel, since I spend half of my life trying to keep them out of the bird feeder…I am not going to feed it, there’s plenty of acorns in our yard…I just couldn’t let it drown.