One afternoon, I stepped into the bathroom and quickly drew my foot out. Something darted by. I first thought it was a mouse and then realized it was a little squirrel. This is the third time that a little squirrel had managed its way in. I was very keen on letting it out because the little one could n't climb the way out on its own and it was SCARED.
And then the catching began. As I tried to pick it up it started running wildly. I brought a thick piece of cardboard with which I thought I could lift it up and let it outside. It was not easy. Possibly the tiny squirrel thought I was going to hurt it and slipped every time I tired catching it. No amount of pleading (I later recalled that I was addressing the squirrel the same way as I would call V!), cajoling and squirrel-like screeching (I forget what it is called!) helped.
After fifteen minutes of running, sweating and panting I managed to lift the squirrel and lift it out. The poor thing was shivering and so was I.
In the meantime....
V who was n't able to find me anywhere else in the house panicked and started crying. I was not oblivious to his crying but concentrated on the squirrel because, V's grandparents were around. When I came out I saw him waiting outside, tears flowing down his face. He had decided that his Amma had left him and had gone away. (How else can one translate, "Amma poitta...enna vitutu poita..." etc?!) I lifted him up and he hugged me tight and kept asking me to go back to the bathroom, holding me tighter. I tried explaining to him about the little squirrel. He seemed to understand and kept asking if the squirrel's Amma had left it and had gone away!
It was time for his afternoon nap. As is his habit now, he started talking in his sleep. And this time it was, "Amma go inside the bathroom and don't come back". This subsided only some time late in the evening.
I had to give priority to the first mentioned baby. At about the same time when I heard V crying out side, I heard some thing else outside the bathroom ventilator - Squirrels