i think after this i will watch csi.
Okay, so, the pictures of Fuckhead have finally made it to my
computer. In case you don't recall, Fuckhead was the
squirrel that took up residence in my room/the ceiling of my room,
until one day when Cait and I managed to free him.
It all started one day when Fuckhead managed to chew a hole in the ceiling until it was big enough for him to fit through. I knew he had made it into my room because he left me many little presents throughout the room, including my bed and pillow.
Here he is poking his little head into the room to see if the coast is clear.
After a couple of days he felt brave enough to come and sit on my bookshelf while I was at my computer. He was about five feet away from me, but I couldn't get to my camera fast enough so all I got was him peacing out.
Seeing as how I would rather not have him shit on me while I was sleeping, I took over Ashley's bed since she was at home for the break. It became a regular thing for me to wake up in the morning and find Fuckhead sitting on my bookshelf. It was a little like The Raven, but not as sinister.
There were definitely times when he had been in my room knocking stuff over, but considering the state of my room, I never noticed until Cait pointed it out to me.
One day, in need of a full body shot of Fuckhead, I stood up on Courtney's desk, pushed up one of the ceiling tiles and just started taking pictures. I managed to get a couple shots of him. The first one you can see him clearly, but the second one he's somewhat hidden behind the wires.
So one day Cait and I got back from class, expecting to find Fuckhead in my room, but he wasn't there. Then Cait heard something upstairs, so we went to check it out and sure enough, Fuckhead was there and clawing at the windowsill for his life. He did quite an amazing job of tearing it up.
He was absolutely terrified of Cait and me so he took off down the hall and hid himself in the corner of what is now my new room on the third floor. He was scared out of his mind, but very cute.
Anyway, Cait opened up the window that Fuckhead had been trying to get out of, then she set up a screen like a ramp up to the window, and put a mattress so that the stairs were blocked. We figured that this way he would only have one way to run. There's picture of the set-up, but my camera is being weird. So yeah, Cait then proceeded to poke Fuckhead with a pole while I stood in the hallway. It took a little prodding, but once he came out from underneath the radiator he bounced.
And so ends the Epic of Fuckhead. Though I don't miss finding shit in my bed, I must say that I miss the little guy. So, Fuckhead, wherever you may be, I hope that you have found lots of chocolate (it was his favorite food) and that perhaps you have settled down with a nice lady-squirrel and that you are working hard at making lots of little Fuckheads.
It all started one day when Fuckhead managed to chew a hole in the ceiling until it was big enough for him to fit through. I knew he had made it into my room because he left me many little presents throughout the room, including my bed and pillow.
Here he is poking his little head into the room to see if the coast is clear.
After a couple of days he felt brave enough to come and sit on my bookshelf while I was at my computer. He was about five feet away from me, but I couldn't get to my camera fast enough so all I got was him peacing out.
Seeing as how I would rather not have him shit on me while I was sleeping, I took over Ashley's bed since she was at home for the break. It became a regular thing for me to wake up in the morning and find Fuckhead sitting on my bookshelf. It was a little like The Raven, but not as sinister.
There were definitely times when he had been in my room knocking stuff over, but considering the state of my room, I never noticed until Cait pointed it out to me.
One day, in need of a full body shot of Fuckhead, I stood up on Courtney's desk, pushed up one of the ceiling tiles and just started taking pictures. I managed to get a couple shots of him. The first one you can see him clearly, but the second one he's somewhat hidden behind the wires.
So one day Cait and I got back from class, expecting to find Fuckhead in my room, but he wasn't there. Then Cait heard something upstairs, so we went to check it out and sure enough, Fuckhead was there and clawing at the windowsill for his life. He did quite an amazing job of tearing it up.
He was absolutely terrified of Cait and me so he took off down the hall and hid himself in the corner of what is now my new room on the third floor. He was scared out of his mind, but very cute.
Anyway, Cait opened up the window that Fuckhead had been trying to get out of, then she set up a screen like a ramp up to the window, and put a mattress so that the stairs were blocked. We figured that this way he would only have one way to run. There's picture of the set-up, but my camera is being weird. So yeah, Cait then proceeded to poke Fuckhead with a pole while I stood in the hallway. It took a little prodding, but once he came out from underneath the radiator he bounced.
And so ends the Epic of Fuckhead. Though I don't miss finding shit in my bed, I must say that I miss the little guy. So, Fuckhead, wherever you may be, I hope that you have found lots of chocolate (it was his favorite food) and that perhaps you have settled down with a nice lady-squirrel and that you are working hard at making lots of little Fuckheads.