Imagine my shock and consternation last Thursday morning when I walked into our living room and there sat a squirrel on the couch! He/she jumped off, and dived for the basement, while I scramed to my husband "There is a squirrel in the house!!"
How did he get in? All I could think of was that I had hung out sheets on the line, and my husband got them in about dusky dark. Could it have gotten into the basket? We may never know. Anyway, we both searched the house over and could find no holes, nothing where even a mouse could have entered.
My husband got an animal cage from the game warden and we baited the trap with peanut butter and sunflower seeds. On Friday morning the squirrel was sitting in the living room again, in spite of the rugs I had stuffed under the basement door. So, my husband cut a piece of wood to fit under the door, and I prayed, "Lord, you brought all those animals into the ark, now please cause that squirrel to be hungry enough to go into that trap."
On Sabbath morning, we were able to open the door of the trap, and see one frightened squirrel dash wildly across the lawn. He paused at a big tree, but then kept going, right into our neighbor's soybean field. I hope he ran so far he has forgotten where we live, although I doubt it.
Not sure what kind of lesson to draw from the experience, except to be careful what we bring inside, and most of all that even with the smallest problems, (though this could have turned to a big problem) God Cares!!
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Dora