Do you believe in reincarnation? Do you believe that persons are sent back to earth as animals? I don’t know. But the little light grey squirrel has returned. You may have read the story of the light grey squirrel that got my attention by dancing for me on a Sunday morning shortly after Ray died. He looked just like my husband with the shaking of his bootie.
I distinguish him as the light grey squirrel because most of the squirrels in our yard are dark grey or black. This stylish thing is very light grey, so I think he is unique. He certainly is different. And he certainly does different things from the other fuzzy creatures in my yard. He is bold, knows no boundaries and pushes the limits.
I was in the keeping room the other day and looked out to find this creature on my porch.
ON MY PORCH.
How dare him to come up on my porch. My husband and I purposely cut down some gorgeous trees on our property so that no tree would be close enough that a squirrel could jump on the new house. I HATE SQUIRRELS.
I have had experience with squirrels. They can get in your attic. They can nest in your attic. They can chew through lines in your house; electric lines and water lines. They can urinate and do other things that are disgusting in your house. And ultimately your house will smell from all of the things that squirrels can do there.
So, I’ll say it again, I HATE SQUIRRELS.
So here is this sassy squirrel on my porch. I carefully watched him. He came up to the door. He perched up on his hind legs and looked in the glass of the door. He turned his head from side to side looking in the door. Then he casually walked to one of the windows. He perched up on his hind legs and looked in the glass of the window. He turned his head from side to side as he looked in the window. [If you are visual like me, I hope you are actually picturing this as you are reading it.]
By now, I was sure that he was assessing the best way to enter my house. While he was doing this, I was assessing the best way to get rid of this pest. I walked around to the door of the porch. I was certain that he would see me through the glass and run away. That was not the case at all.
He walked casually back to the center of the porch, raised up on his hind legs and looked at me. Amazing. Who did he think he was? I stomped my foot to scare him away. He just kind of turned his head as if to acknowledge that I was there and to say hello. I waved my arms to scare him away. Amazing. He just looked at me as if he was amused.
After a few minutes of me looking at him and he looking at me, he slowly turned away and SLOWLY walked down the spiral staircase. Oh yes, this is not a porch on the bottom floor. This squirrel walked down a twelve foot spiral staircase to get up and down to the porch. It was as if he felt he owned the place.
When telling my granddaughter about the return of the squirrel, she laughed. She said you have to see the humor in this. And I replied, “What is humorous about this?” She said, “God has the last laugh. He sent Poppy back to us in the form of the thing you hate the most, a squirrel”.
Secretly, between you and me, the little light grey squirrel is really very cute. He does remind me of my husband. Bold, no boundaries and pushes the limits. Thank you God.