My wife came in the house Saturday afternoon. She whispered squeamishly that she had come upon a squirrel, who appeared to be expiring in our driveway. I went outside and found a shivering, wet, and immobile little squirrel. The poor thing lying helpless on its side. For pity’s sake, my wife thought asphyxiation would be the thing, offering to fetch a plastic bag. Even though she was probably right, I choose to err on the side of, ‘you never know’. What can I say… I don’t possess the Kevorkian gene.
So instead, we scooped him into a cardboard box, and wrapped him in a towel. It looked more than a little bleak, but he seemed to appreciate his last rights care. I checked on him a couple times, without hope. Upon the third inspection, he was up right, seemingly dry, and alert. He seems to have recovered and was very excited over our garage and care.
Similarly people may have a roof that seems to be breathing it’s last breath. Leaking more fluids than an expiring tree rodent. Others may write it off and recommend a plastic bag, but it’s not uncommon for us to save what appears lost.
That squirrel’s recovery was possible due to an answered prayer. A reminder that it is always worth a little more investigation. Now I smile when I hear the rustling tree branches around our home, a nostalgic reminder of rodent repair. A squirrely lesson to never give up.