Entre Mr. Squirrely Nuts.

Sometimes blogs just write themselves.

*stares at screen*

Wish that were true.

So right outside of our office door is a big tree where squirrels like to play.  They run up and down, they scurry across the sidewalk in front of our door.  They hide in the bushes to scare the living crap out of me when I go out to smoke.

I walked outside like any other time.  I flipped up my hand to light my cigarette only to realize that I grabbed chap stick instead of my lighter.  I turned around quickly to catch the door before it locked behind me to see the ass end of a squirrel running in the door into our office.

"Shit!"  I screamed.  My co-worker came out from her office looking at me confused as to why I was cursing so loudly.  As she exited her office she sees the squirrel take a hard left and run down the hall to the other offices.

"Shit shit shit" I yell again!  My co-worker goes down the hall to try to trap the crazed animal in the bosses office while I go back to my office to get my lighter to smoke.

I mean, what was I suppose to do?  I needed a smoke break.  My shrieking wasn't doing any good, it was only scaring the squirrely dude more.

By the time I got done she had opened the outside door and shut the inside door and we are ASSUMING Mr. Nuts got back outside.

Just to make sure we asked the guy downstairs to come and inspect the place just for good measure.  No more squirrel. 

After laughing for a good few minutes I went back out to smoke another one and updated my facebook status.



That's been the most exciting thing that's happened around here all day.