Well, coming to my rescue, Chris wanted to survey the situation. He opened the closet and the little squirrel was still sitting on the hot water tank. He looked kind of cute actually. Much better than my experience:
I took a nap today, and when I woke up, Sadie (my cat) was pawing under the door to the heater. I thought she found a mouse and chased him under the door. I think mice are kinda cute, so I opened up the door and couldn't find it. I looked up at staring eye-to-eye with my was the head of an enormous rodent. I've been sick so when I tried to scream, not much came out. But it was running around in there. When I noticed it was a squirrel, the squirrel-lover came out in me and I go get it something to eat. Lol.. flash-backs of my mom saying "Don't you feed that cat! It will never leave." Well, all I had was frozen pecans so I put some in there with it, VERY carefully. Haha, I don't know if squirrels eat pecans, lol. I'm an idiot. Well, my aunt used to raise squirrels (what can we say, we're from Oklahoma), and she has told us how mean squirrels can be. And I know how bad rabies shots hurt, so I was very cautious. Well, Chris and I were going to build my new seahorse stand tonight, and so I had to go take a shower before he got off work. I leave the bathroom door open and decide to take a bath so I could see if it ran out. While I'm taking a bath, my dog wants to play fetch so I throw the ball down the hall, past the door, and this squirrel FREAKS! It is making this horrible battle cry from the closet and my dogs zone in on it. Now I'm really worried. This is like DEFCON1 now. I gave it a peace offering and now it's threatening my little family. I know if that squirrel bolts out of that closet, my dogs are gonna be on it like a 3-legged cat. And mentioning cat, my cat thinks it's the coolest toy mom's ever brought home. I know I couldnt' make it out of the tub fast enough to keep my dogs and cat from getting bit. So I get out of the tub, rush down the hall soaking wet in a towel and grab the Walmart sack. I tape up the sack in a mad frenzy because I have to reach across the hole that it could lurch through and bite me. And I put the stool in front of the other hole. Occasionally I would go by the door and bang on it, trying to scare it away. It probably thought the nice lady would drop off some more tasty pecans... Not this time, sucka!
I didn't open the door again till Chris got here. He thought it was cute. Well I did too till it cussed me out! When I went outside to get my mail there was another squirrel hovering over my house making the same battle cry. Think I'm going to get ambushed?