I just had a "Moment" with a squirrel.

[Destino]

Where's live action cow when you need it?

I'm glad somebody got that.

[JMURedskins]

Last school year, I was sitting in my dorm room playing some Madden and out of the corner of my eye, I see something flying at a pretty good speed toward my window. Some crazy ass duck flew almost full speed into my window. Some how it survived and was so shocked that the second I looked out the window that duck must have been flying in the other direction about 30+ yards away.

I have a squirrel story that is a little weirder. I was in a soccer camp that was a week long. I walked by one of the coaches that coached my group and he was kind of in a daze looking into the woods. I had no clue why. About 5-10 minutes later I had to go back that direction and all of a sudden, I heard my coach say "good Squirrelly." I guess the guy had a connection with that squirrel.

[shallyshal]

There's these squirrels that are constantly running around my patio, and the trees that grow out of it. They're always humping and doing all sorts of stuff. Anyway, one day, I noticed I heard some rustling inside my walls, so I'm like, "Oh ****, you mean they've somehow gotten inside the inside of my home and into my walls ?!?".

So I look outside and realize they're running inside that hole that connects to the vent hose from the clothes dryer. And with the rustling noises I hear, it sounds like they're building some kind of nest inside the house (if squirrels actually do that). So now I'm really pissed. I go out there and grab the garden hose and before I start spraying, I see one of the squirrels peek out of the hole. So I start gushing the water at him. I'm probably not accomplishing anything, and I might even be doing harm to the hose fixture, but alas, this is my revenge against the intrusive squirrel.

So I walk inside for a second, then I see him run out of the hole and back onto the patio. I run outside to scare him away, and he jumps onto a tree, then goes around to the opposite side of the tree, to where I can't see him. THEN, this is the eerie part, instead of taking off, far away from me, he briefly comes around the tree, while still ON the tree, then peeks around the corner, and just gives me this ICY stare, before taking off again. It was the wierdest moment I ever had with an animal. There was something telepathic going on there. It was his moment to say, "I'll be back for you." The thing that got me is the squirrel went OUT OF HIS WAY to come back and stare at me like that.

Anyone ever had a strange "moment" with an animal, where you exchanged icy glances like that, and there was some kind of message being conveyed ?

is your name jimmy carter, perhaps?

killer rabbits and killer squirrels... that is what gun control will get you

[TheDoyler23]

When I was in college, I saw a squirrel running down the sidewalk with a full size hostess cupcake in its mouth and hand. It had a CRAZY look in its eyes like it just fought 5 other squirrels for his prize.

[stevenaa]

At the Baltimore aquarium, I had a huge moment with a shark. My finacee' (my wife now) and I were walking down the ramp to the shark tank. As we're walking down looking at the tank, a shark is swimming the opposite direction. As it reaches a position directly accross from us, it stops and turns 90 degrees and stares at me. I stop walking for a moment. It seems to be staring at me, but what are the odds? So we continue down. The shark starts moving sideways along with us staring at me the whole way. Now everyone notices what is happening. We get to the bottom of the ramp and stop and the shark stops. I wait there for 10 seconds, then it slowy turns in the direction it was originally swimming and swims slowly away. It was very eerie, and everybody was laughing at it. I've had this same experience in an aquarium here in TX. I always think about that when I'm swimming at Ocean City or in the Gulf.

[Cskin]

Mick... similar story here... different results

I spent the better part of two days tracking a flying squirrel that had found his way into our condo in Atlanta via the dryer vent..... only our condo is about 60 feet off the ground above a parking garage. He found his way in and would prowl around the house in sneak attack mode so as to not wake the dogs. One day I heard a noise in the laundry closet while working at my computer, I slowly opened the laundry closet door and there he was... sitting on the laundry shelf staring at me like.... "What?".... like he belonged there and I was interrupting him. He must have gotten aggitated and flew (controlled glide) over my shoulder to the computer chair.... little fooker was fast as hell and disappeared. Our game of hide and seek resumed when I found him in our spare bathroom.... chased him through the house.... and get this.... ACROSS THE LENGTH OF THE BODY OF ONE OF OUR DOGS..... who was old, senile, deaf, and asleep on the couch. He ran into our bedroom and onto our bed.... I imagined he was frolicking around and skipping his heels feeling pretty confident I couldn't catch him. And in an instant.... he was gone... poof... never saw him again that day.

I called a critter removal place... one that specializes in Squirrels... and when I told him it was a flying squirrel he didn't believe me. He set traps around the place but said the chances of catching him were slim to none. I said..."look, this thing flew like a glider and has a bunch of excess skin (fur) between his hands and his feet... it's a flying squirrel... and a sly little fooker".

The next day.... I hear a noise in the kitchen... a kind of nibble and snicker.... and I walk in to find him sitting on the edge of the dog bowl helping himself to a "kibble". I cornered him in the corner of the kitchen cabinets... grabbed a leather glove and put it on..... and picked him up. I've never heard the blood curdling scream that left that little fooker's mouth. Of course, to him I probably looked like Godzilla.

I took him to the parking garage and let him loose.... and what do you think he does? He runs right up the wall and right back into the dryer vent.

The next morning we had the maintenance man put a wire mesh screen over the vent... so if he was in there he was staying in... .and if he wasn't.... well... his lap of luxury condo visit was over.

Later that afternoon I hear scratching in the tub in the spare bath... so I run in there. There he is, sitting in the tub, kind of wallowing around like he's bathing or something. I half expected him to be wearing a bathing cap and utilizing inflatable "squirrel water wings". I actually think he was getting water that was dripping from the tub spout. This time I didn't have a glove... so I grabbed a dry cleaning bag and smothered him... scooped him up..... got the glove.... then tore through the plastic until I could get a hold of him with the gloved hand.

I took him back down to the garage and was going to launch him like a baseball down into the flood pond behind the condo. Instead... I just opened my hand on the ground and he stood there.... kind of like... "man.. thanks for not launching me... sorry for bothering you.... nice place.... later".... and he ran off.

I called the critter place to come get his traps, told him that I had caught the furface myself... which he couldn't believe. I showed the pictures of him, sitting on the dog bowl.... and he was floored. Not only did I catch a flying squirrel in my house... I caught him TWICE.

If I can find the pictures of him I'll try to scan them and post them.

[visionary]

Mick... similar story here... different results

I spent the better part of two days tracking a flying squirrel that had found his way into our condo in Atlanta via the dryer vent..... only our condo is about 60 feet off the ground above a parking garage. He found his way in and would prowl around the house in sneak attack mode so as to not wake the dogs. One day I heard a noise in the laundry closet while working at my computer, I slowly opened the laundry closet door and there he was... sitting on the laundry shelf staring at me like.... "What?".... like he belonged there and I was interrupting him. He must have gotten aggitated and flew (controlled glide) over my shoulder to the computer chair.... little fooker was fast as hell and disappeared. Our game of hide and seek resumed when I found him in our spare bathroom.... chased him through the house.... and get this.... ACROSS THE LENGTH OF THE BODY OF ONE OF OUR DOGS..... who was old, senile, deaf, and asleep on the couch. He ran into our bedroom and onto our bed.... I imagined he was frolicking around and skipping his heels feeling pretty confident I couldn't catch him. And in an instant.... he was gone... poof... never saw him again that day.

I called a critter removal place... one that specializes in Squirrels... and when I told him it was a flying squirrel he didn't believe me. He set traps around the place but said the chances of catching him were slim to none. I said..."look, this thing flew like a glider and has a bunch of excess skin (fur) between his hands and his feet... it's a flying squirrel... and a sly little fooker".

The next day.... I hear a noise in the kitchen... a kind of nibble and snicker.... and I walk in to find him sitting on the edge of the dog bowl helping himself to a "kibble". I cornered him in the corner of the kitchen cabinets... grabbed a leather glove and put it on..... and picked him up. I've never heard the blood curdling scream that left that little fooker's mouth. Of course, to him I probably looked like Godzilla.

I took him to the parking garage and let him loose.... and what do you think he does? He runs right up the wall and right back into the dryer vent.

The next morning we had the maintenance man put a wire mesh screen over the vent... so if he was in there he was staying in... .and if he wasn't.... well... his lap of luxury condo visit was over.

Later that afternoon I hear scratching in the tub in the spare bath... so I run in there. There he is, sitting in the tub, kind of wallowing around like he's bathing or something. I half expected him to be wearing a bathing cap and utilizing inflatable "squirrel water wings". I actually think he was getting water that was dripping from the tub spout. This time I didn't have a glove... so I grabbed a dry cleaning bag and smothered him... scooped him up..... got the glove.... then tore through the plastic until I could get a hold of him with the gloved hand.

I took him back down to the garage and was going to launch him like a baseball down into the flood pond behind the condo. Instead... I just opened my hand on the ground and he stood there.... kind of like... "man.. thanks for not launching me... sorry for bothering you.... nice place.... later".... and he ran off.

I called the critter place to come get his traps, told him that I had caught the furface myself... which he couldn't believe. I showed the pictures of him, sitting on the dog bowl.... and he was floored. Not only did I catch a flying squirrel in my house... I caught him TWICE.

If I can find the pictures of him I'll try to scan them and post them.

awesome story, he never came back?

[Vi]

Great thread. I have a couple...

We have this game cabinet that is built into our bookcase in the living room, and one day I started hearing scratching noises coming from it. We set traps, figuring it was a mouse and forgot about it for a while.

A couple of days later I was sitting watching TV and caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of my eye. I turn... and a freaking mole/vole/shrew thing was scurrying blindly across the living room floor. I sorta just sat there in surprise for a moment then ran into the kitchen and grabbed a potholder (one of the ones that you put over your hand like a glove). When I came back it was making a break for the dinning room, so I grabbed it in the gloved hand.

That thing was vicious, man! It was blind and stupid, but it's teeth destroyed that potholder in the two seconds it took me to get to the door. I was so freaked out I pitched it out of the door as soon as it was open... feel kinda bad now, the poor thing went sailing.

The weird thing is we haven't caught a single mouse since then. They tell their friends or something... creepy.

Oh! And a deer ran into my car. I was a a full stop at a light and a bunch of the things came from nowhere and went around and over the hood of my car. One didn't really get it and ran smack into the passenger slide of the hood. Left a dent and everything.

To this day no one believes me when I tell them where the dent came from. "No, I didn't run into a deer..."

[CaseyJones7]

I shot a squirrel a few years back with a BB gun. I was 18 maybe. Was probably about 25 feet away, pumped the gun maybe 20 times, took one shot BAAM! right in the jugular, no lie. I walk up to him and this poor 2 llb. harmless animal has this gushing bulliet wound and is gasping air. I still have this image in my head. He's laying on his back on the top of this cement wall covered with own blood. Eyes fixed right on me, ( i'm maybe a foot away). I'll never forget this. Anyways, I literally sprint to the garage, looking for anything to put this poor bastard out of his misery, I come back with an ax ( the big ones) and finish him off. I still feel terrrible, to this day.

[Mickalino]

CSkin, that's an incredible story that makes mine pale in comparison.
How in the hell did you catch the little fooker, as you put it - was it pure adrenaline, or do you have cat-like reflexes ?

I loved the part about helping himself to a Kibble - man, is there anything that those little fookers will NOT eat ???

[China]

Hey Mickalino you better be careful with that squirrel. They can be dangerous.

[Mickalino]

Hey Mickalino you better be careful with that squirrel. They can be dangerous.

Yup, like I said in my previous post - is there anything, that those little fookers will NOT eat ?

[Spaceman Spiff]

friend passed this along to me...

[codeorama]

What were you wearing???

[Thiebear]

FT Myer Va outside the chowhall: A squirell was about 6 feet up into the tree with a chicken leg in both hands eating it like corn on the cob....
I stood there watching cause it seemed odd to see a squirell eating chicken and it actually stopped eating it looked at me and turned its back to continue...