Today Lolo and I saved a squirrel. We came home to the sound of what we thought was a duck quacking from inside the wine barrels our Portuguese landlord has sitting outside the basement entrance of our laundry room. Unsure how he might've gotten the ducks into the barrels (and why), we looked down to notice a little furry animal stuck in the crevice between them and the wall. The noise threw us off, 'cause he must've been pretty scared to have been channeling Daffy . Still unsure what it was (A rat? A mouse?) and unsure what to do (do we call animal control? the landlord?) we grabbed the only tools we could muster – a couple of broom sticks – and tilted the stacked barrels away from the wall to let the little guy out. After some prodding, he ran up the stairs and across the lawn.
Today is the first day of the rest of your life, little squirrel. I just hope Roscoe didn't eat you as you tasted your first few breaths of freedom.