Muskrat? Last night we went to dinner with my parents. They came back to our house to play. I went downstairs to get my pj's on and it was pouring rain. I heard a scratching on the egress window. Then even a tapping. I ran up to tell Mark and my dad. They laughed, thinking I was just hearing things and maybe it was hailing.
This morning at 6am I was turned the light on to get dressed and the same scratching and then tapping. This time I ran upstairs shaking Mark awake TELLING him, SOMETHING IS IN THE WINDOW WELL! And it's been there all night! My strong and masculine husband stood up thinking about what to do and got a flashlight and then handed it to me and said, "Since you're not as scared as me," and handed me the flashlight.
I went out in the dark with my little flashlight and there it was. . .a huge rat? a small opossum? It wasn't unti the sum finally rose that were able to see that rodent's face. It was a large muskrat.
Finally Mark came out to take a look. He eventually placed (threw) a board down in hopes that it would climb right out on it's own will. In the meantime, Victoria called Papa to come over and 'rescue' the muskrat.
Christian wanted us to lower him down with a bucket to get it. He assured us he could get it in hands and not get bitten. He cried when he got in the car to go to daycare. He wanted to rescue that muskrat himself.
At 8:22 today Papa "rescued" the muskrat with a post hole digger. The muskrat ran into the neighbor's yard.
What a frazzled morning it was! Let's hope tomorrow is a little smoother. . .