This past weekend, Quinn decided to clean out the fireplace. We've not lit a fire in it this winter because it was advised that we wait to get it cleaned first. We called a couple of chimney sweepers (cue Dick van Dike image from Mary Poppins) and, WOW!, they are not cheap (cue Dick van Dike image with angry eyebrows holding out his hand for money)). So, Quinn decided that he would give it a go. He's handy and he's cheap (in a good way) and I have full confidence in his abilities. It's a very messy job (I sat, invisible, on the couch, reading a book), but I think he actually liked getting dirty. While he was sitting on the hearth, cleaning out the inside of the fireplace, he opened the grate (???) to let things that might've gotten trapped up there fall to the bottom. And then, THUMP, a THING lands in the bottom of the fireplace. A dead thing. That used to be alive. Sad story. The previous weekend, we had heard much loud (very loud) scratching from the top of the fireplace, and since we didn't really know how to get the critter out, we just hoped that he would figure it out himself (he got in, didn't he?). Yeah, he didn't make it.
Poor little guy. The children were nearly in tears, but Daddy quickly took care of the deceased squirrel and finished cleaning the fireplace. After I took a picture, of course. Morbid.
But see? Now we have a working fireplace. And I am happy. Because the living room is the coldest room in the whole house.
Thee End.
15 comments:
aw..... :( at least its eyes are closed
and at least you didnt have to witness its death.... like i did the other night at midnight when my mini dach killed a bunny.....
going to cry now,
deLa
Yey. (about getting the fire place cleaned out I mean.) That is such a pretty fire...maybe it will help your February funk.
You go Quinn! Love the pictures, Kim!
I think someone told you it was a squirrel. Who was it? I cant remember. But she was probably a genius.
i am laughing at this post and the previous post. sarcasm can get me in trouble sometimes. and most of the people here dont get it. ha, go figure.
dick van dike. mmm. i do love him.
I am laughing despite myself. It's so sad...but you're so funny. I am torn.
Anyway, yay for the fire. Wish I could sit and read a book with you...or you could read to me (even better). I suggest you read either Poe or Anne of Green Gables to me because I think I would like your voice inflection while reading those the very best :)
I love the flame picture. It looks like an evil grin. Eeeviiil grin.
Also, my word verification says "frown". I like it when they actually spell a real word.
Good job Quinn, you are so Quinnish.
OOh, now the word is Sting, so I have to comment again!
i wonder if quinn can dance and sing like dick van dyke..
Love a fireplace we house shop with that in mind. I can't wait to see you guys next weekend. Looking forward to the talent show alot.
I'm glad that the squirrel was dead (you know how I feel about animals), and that it didn't fly down the chimney toward Quinn's face. Funny though! Everyone screaming and chasing a squirrel all over your house...
Tell Quinn- Keith had a good laugh!
Thursday's seem to be the worst night for me. Something always pops up. So what about this couple's dinner? I'd like to go!
It might have been the same squirrel that went berzerk...
... at the First Self-Righteuos Church.
How far is Pascagoula from there?
what a beautiful fire. funny story about the squirrel. So i guess it just starved to death, or froze? ahh.. fun thoughts. ;-P
my verification word is farsheag.. ???
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