Seems like there's never a dull moment around here. One our our most memorable indoor adventures was the day Dad lit the papers in the fireplace to burn them. Unbeknown to him, a silly squirrel had apparently fallen down the chimney and was behind the paper. So as soon as Dad put a match to the papers he started darting back and forth in the fire box, with his tail on fire! Upon seeing this, Dad opened the door just a bit in the hopes of reaching in and grabbing him. But the squirrel managed to zoom out and race across the floor ... with sparks flying off his tail as he went! This created great sport for Charmin and me. We ran after it as fast as we could and chased it into the back room, hoping to help corner it for Dad. Meanwhile, Mom was running along behind, stamping out potential fires from the sparks landing on the carpeting. Once we'd chased it into the back room, we were (not so very graciously) escorted out of the room and shut in the bedroom. The squirrel, meanwhile, jumped up into the open window, lodging itself between the window and the screen. Dad had to reach up in there to grab him, not an easy feat, but eventually he got him. Mom ran back into the living room and opend the door for Dad to put the dumb animal outside. Just as he got there the squirrel nipped Dad on the hand so he ended up throwing the poor critter out the door and over the deck, instead of just putting him down gently outside, as he planned. Thus, we called it the "flaming, flying squirrel". We were all concerned for the poor little guy but apparently he was none the worse for the wear. A few days later we spotted him on the bird feeder out back. We knew it was him because of the lack of hair on his tail! Bet he stays out of the chimney from now on!
