So we're staying in KC's brother's house in Sunriver. It's a beautiful log-ish home with really high, knotty pine, vaulted ceilings. Yesterday, KC and I were sitting around when we heard a soft thump. We thought it was the work of a child until I heard KC say, "Oh my God! It's inside!"
I turned to find a teeny chipmunk frozen on the floor of the kitchen, looking completely freaked out. I screamed, everyone jumped up (KC, babysitter, kids) and the chipmunk ran into the kitchen and climbed up into one of the cabinets.
KC eventually shooed it out the door with a broom, but there were more. In the last 36 hours, 5 or 6 little chipmunks have fallen from the ceiling into the kitchen. One of them is in the house right now. As it turns out, they spend a lot of their time trying to chew through the vent screens on the roof. They want in, and they finally got in.
Tomorrow the pest guy comes to fix the screens. KC says he won't kill any chipmunks, but I'm thinking that's what pest guys do. I'm excited to see what the pest guy looks like. I'm thinking Jed Klampett meets Boss Hogg.
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