Squirrel!

One of my favorite movie scenes is from UP.  When the dogs get sidetracked by squirrels, I laugh out loud every time.  Squirrels are just as funny in the ICE AGE Movies… my daughter LOVES those squirrels. 

What I don’t love however, are dead squirrels in my back yard!  Of course my husband is in New York for the week (because that is how things work in my life!) so the dilemma of what to do begins.

A.    I could clean it up myself – TOTALLY NOT HAPPENING

B.     I could ignore it – yeah so the dog can eat it?  Nope

C.     I could take the dog out the front door on a leash instead of the back door (fenced area) – Ummm… nope, I am way to lazy

D.    I could pay the neighbor boy to clean it up for me

And the answer is D!

So I call my friend Mary.  “Hey, do you think Jackson wants to make some money tonight?”  And as I explain that I need him to remove the dead squirrel from my back yard, she is laughing at me.

Yes I admit it, I don’t mind hunting.  I have cleaned deer on my grandmother’s dining room table.  I have helped clean birds, shoveled chicken poop, thrown cow pies and cleaned up my share of puke.  But there is something about a dead squirrel that brings out the girl in me. 

So there we are, 9:30 at night in the backyard with flashlights looking for the dead squirrel. (I am sure our elderly neighbors were laughing at us or calling the cops).  I was the unfortunate one to find it, which triggered a high pitched girly squeal followed by single leap back into the house.   “There it is Jackson” I yelled through the closed screen door. 

Shovel, stick and plastic bag in hand he successfully removed the vermin from my yard and deposited it in the garbage can. 

As I handed him the fee of $10.00, his mom whispered: “You know, Dennis would have done it for $7.00.”

The truth of the matter is:  I would have paid $20.00.