She was exhausted from all of the excitement of the basketball game, and now she worried about the fact that someone else had a jealous vendetta out for her.
She showered and fell into bed. She was just falling into sleep when she heard her mother scream outside her bedroom door. She jumped out of bed and opened her door to see what her mother had screamed about.
Just as she did, her mother yelled, “Watch out!”
She caught a glimpse of something small and furry run between her legs and into her bedroom. Charlotte screamed and jumped halfway down the hall into her mother’s arms.
“What was that!” she yelled.
“It’s a flying squirrel, and your dad isn’t home to help me catch it this time!” her mother clung to her just as afraid as Charlotte was. This was not the first time a squirrel had gotten in the house. Her dad thought he found the hole in the chimney where they were coming from, but obviously, there was more than one way they were getting in.
“What are we gonna do? That thing is in my bedroom now!” she said, trying to keep her voice down knowing her brothers were asleep upstairs.
“We need to chase it out,” her mother concluded. They crept slowly down the hall back to her bedroom to peek inside and see where it was. When she peered around the door frame, she saw the little squirrel sitting upright in the middle of her bed.
“It’s in my bed!” she shrieked.
“We need to draw it out somehow,” her mother answered, still hiding behind her daughter for protection.
“With what! I don’t want to go in there, and that thing jump on me!”
They stood outside the bedroom trying to think about what to do when the squirrel decided to take action again and came running out of the bedroom along the wall. The women shrieked again as it turned up the living room wall and up to the second-floor balcony. Charlotte and her mother ran out into the living room and looked up to see where it was. It was sitting on the wooden banister of the balcony just as pretty as you please. The poor thing was probably more frightened than they were, but that didn’t draw any sympathy points for it from them at the moment.
“I bet if we open the sliding glass door it will glide right out from where it is,” Charlotte suggested.
“Okay, open it and see,” her mother agreed. Charlotte unlocked the sliding door as her mother removed the wooden pole in the back. She slid the glass door all the way open. The night air rushed in sending a chill along her skin. The little squirrel twitched its nose as if it could smell the outside open to it now.
Without a moment’s hesitation, it leaped from the banister and spread its legs out wide. The thin skin that connected its paws and body spread out like a parachute. The tiny squirrel flew out the door and into the dark night. Charlotte slammed the door behind it as if it could somehow force its way back in, and her mother pushed the pole back in place. They sighed with relief.
“I’m glad that worked,” her mother said.
“Me, too. Otherwise, we might have been dancing and screaming around here all night trying to catch that thing,” she said. Then they looked at each other realizing how silly the whole ordeal had been, and they burst out laughing until tears rolled down their cheeks. They replayed some of the parts back to one another and laughed at their own ridiculousness. After they had a good laugh, Charlotte trudged back to bed. Living in the woods was never without its adventures.