That actually brought up a story I forgot about until just now. My dad walked into the house one day after work, we lived at the old house then, and everything seemed normal. He walked by the fireplace and up on the ledge there were a bunch of decorations and pictures...well as he was walking by something moved. So he stops, takes a few steps back, and turns his head, and what he sees is this tiny squirrel, had to be adolescant, staring at him. Well, he moved away, it got scared, and jumped at his face, he jumped back, tripped, and went through the coffee table, broke it clean in two. From there the squirrel ran out the door that was open and that was that.
That was the second table he went through, we used to have bats in our house all the time, we had a HUGE attic and some would get lost. I dont miss those, however the spiders we get at the new house are HORRIBLE! *shivers* :lookaroun
