February 19, 2009

• I came home just now and there is blood.  There is blood all over my kitchen.  The cage is moved and a couple of the raspberries are thrown around and there is so much blood.  There is blood in the ceiling.  There is blood on the refrigerator.  There is blood on the counter.  There is blood on the walls.  There is a puddle with a splatter pattern around it suggesting that it fell from the ceiling.  I’m freaking out.  I’m freaking out.

  Also the couches are moved as well as one of the chairs in my office, but the door was closed when I got back so I imagine what happened was that the maintenance people came in and the squirrel was in the kitchen.  When he saw them he/she bolted behind the couch so they moved it and then he/she ran behind another and they moved it.  Then it ran back up into the ceiling and stared at them so they got a chair from my room and some kind of rough weapon (I’m assuming a wrench from the blood patterns) and then smacked it in the ceiling but allowed it to escape because as I am typing I can hear it moving.  I am freaking out.  A bleeding squirrel is dying in my ceiling.

  I really need to wake up.  Like now.  There it goes again.  I can hear it scratching.  I have to go to class.

  • 1:49 pm
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