Freaky Friday

Friday wasn't the 13th, but it might as well have been.  I was up at 5:30 to make my faculty meeting which meant I would be doing the chores in the dark again.  Not a problem, except that I got that creepy, something is watching me, feeling walking back to the house.   I had my handy dandy headlamp on (thanks again for the B-day gift husband), but couldn't see anything.  I didn't worry about it.  I entered the house only to have my husband inform me we had a mouse in the house.  LOVELY!   I guess you have to accept mice when you build a house in the middle of farm land, but we have two cats and a mouse eating dog, not to mention the fox, hawks, and stray cats.   Anyway, he said he would get rid of it before I came home from school and I left.  It was so foggy!   I made my way to the highway only to see flashing lights everywhere.  I could make out a semi in the intersection and the police weren't letting anyone through.  So, I backed up, turned around and headed for the only other way out.   I called home to tell my husband about the accident only to find out he was being entertained by the mouse.  It ran out from the corner, got to the middle of the room and noticed my husband sitting in the chair and ran back for cover.  Soon after, my husband stepped outside and discovered a deer eating a bush just off the corner of the old house.  What is so delicious about that particular bush I don't know, but that must have been what was watching me earlier.  He took the picture above through the fog and in the dark.   Not long after this, he went to feed the cats and heard Spanish music playing loudly coming from the old house.  Now, I didn't hear it when I walked past, he didn't hear it taking pictures of the deer, but now it is blaring loudly.   When he investigated, it was coming from my little TV in the upstairs of the old house.  I haven't had that TV on for weeks and I don't watch the Spanish channel.  What is even eerier is the day before, while he was working in the basement, he heard the upstairs door open and close.  He thought it was me coming home, but I didn't do it.  The next freaky thing would be the fact that these troublesome squirrels DON'T hibernate.  That same day, my husband watched one of them run inside the hood of a tractor.   He tried to get it, including letting the dogs out, but no luck.  While all this was going on, the FedEx truck arrived.  Jasmine, not finding the squirrel, had succeeded in getting a bird which she proudly was carrying around in her mouth.  My husband said she pranced up to the driver, bird in mouth, and greeted him with a friendly wag of her tail.  The pictures below show how much dirt the squirrels are removing from under the foundation of the house and displacing above the cement.  Any day now the whole house is going to collapse on that corner.  B has resorted to placing tin over the crack and put assorted items on top for weight.

I don't know how we are going to solve this problem, but those cute little things are causing a lot of trouble!