Okay, we've had lizards that run on their hind legs. A few scorpions. Some of the neighbor's roosters have come over the wall to visit.
We have a frog that lives in the front hall. And we found another behind the microwave.
Crabs in season. Geckos, of course. Spiders, worms, snails, a slug. Possums, too.
An iguana in the house. Last week, a snake.
Now, squirrels. Small grey squirrels living in the palapa over the room where we watch television.
I've had two grey lizards fall out of that palapa. Even a tiny frog. But squirrels?
The cats and dog see them first. They chatter and point toward the top of the palapa. The squirrels, high in the palapa, work their way down, and jump out under the bottom edge onto a palm and then onto our neighbor's roof.
How do we get rid of them? Do I want to get rid of them?
I happen to like squirrels. The "little people of the trees."
My father didn't.
An aside, now, from a place far away and long ago.
He once hot-wired the pole that held the bird feeder. Every time a squirrel headed up the pole to get breakfast, lunch, or dinner, Dad would press the button in the breakfast room to send a shock to the intruder.
Another time, when a family of squirrels moved into the basement, he took his shotgun down to annihilate them. It was, shall we say, over kill. The squirrels did, indeed depart, but so did a few chunks of basement wall.
Well, I don't have a basement, a squirrel feeder or a gun in San Pancho! But I don't like them in the palapa.
Now what?
Friends think we should trap them and carry them out into the jungle. But I think we'll try Curt's idea first.
He thinks that when they are old enough, they'll just move on.
Adios, ardillas.
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