This is my bedroom. It is normally a lovely, serene place and my husband and I call it “the best hotel room ever”. Most mornings, when we’re in town, we feel really lucky to wake up here. And because we worked with a great designer (Kellie Smith of Kellie Smith Design Studio) our master suite is even going to be featured in an upcoming design book. That’s cool But what, you may be asking, does any of this have to do with flying squirrels?
I’m sleeping soundly in this bed next to my husband (who has just had dental surgery and is totally zonked) when suddenly, I hear strange noises. Strange, as in, odd. Not identifiable. Can’t tell where they’re coming from.
At first I think its just the house settling (after all, it is an old property). Or maybe tree branches scraping against the bricks outside? And then…I have this sense…something isn’t right. I’m awake now. Eyes wide open. And then I see..SOMETHING…a dark shape, moving in a strange, sort of jerking way. It seems to have appeared out of nowhere, but its definitely there, resting on the pale onyx and travertine fireplace…and I have absolutely no idea what it is!
I lay very still, afraid to move – what is that thing? As I watch, it slinks up higher, towards the ceiling and then over to the dark gray wall, where it becomes completely invisible. I’m feeling a bit nauseous now. The clock says 4:00 a.m.
Is it a blood sucking bat? A giant bug? Some kind of strange new rodent? Where did it come from? What does it want? And how did it get into my bedroom at 4:00 in the morning?
I wake my husband, who eventually sees it too, as it suddenly leaps across the room in the dark. I scream. And we make a run for the hallway, slamming the door behind us, and go downstairs, as far away as we can get, to try to get a few more hours of sleep in the guest room.
Turns out the “thing” is a flying squirrel – and it is traveling with friends!
The next morning I summon the wildlife control guy, Greg, as soon as the sun comes up. He knows us well. Our House of Honigs has lots of woodland habitat out back, and we have hawks and foxes and raccoons and rabbits and squirrels and bluejays, cardinals, robins, thrushes, woodpeckers and enough blue birds to weave Cinderella’s dress. Greg is able to suss it all out for us.
Luckily, the little creatures are harmless, maybe even cute, as long as they’re not leaping over your head while you’re trying to sleep! It took four days and lots of sleepless hours, and a bit of moving from room to room, before they were all caught and (safely) removed…all five of them! And by the end of it, they’d moved downstairs, too. But finally the house is ours again!
The fireplace is boarded up at the moment, despite these being perfect nights for a fire. The chimney sweep is fully booked for the next few days – but when he gets here, he’ll clean out anything the little guys may have left behind. Evidently they had a nest at the top of the chimney, but took a wrong turn into the fireplace and couldn’t figure out to get back.
I’m looking forward to some quiet time in my own room again.
These are the adventures of Rover at Home — who says — sometimes its best to travel!