We have three window wells around our house. They are deep, they are filled with trash and they need to be cleaned and covered. Getting safety covers for the wells was on our to-do list for the summer. Then, we found something that skyrocketed that little item to the very top of the list:
There was a chipmunk trapped in our window well. I don't know how long he had been there, but he seemed to have plenty of energy and no injuries, so I was hopeful it hadn't been long.
Obviously, I couldn't leave Mr. Chipmunk in the well to die. My husband is not big on wildlife rescue, and Little Guy is too little to do the job, so it was up to me to get him out. I headed to the basement to see what could be done from there. No dice. I couldn't get the screen open, and besides, the one thing worse than having Mr. Chipmunk trapped on your window well is having Mr. Chipmunk running around your basement.
After that realization, I climbed down into the window well with a step stool. After a lot of tries and shuffling around, I finally got the creature out using my punch bowl--he climbed the screen and fell right into it. I softly dumped him onto the ground, and he hightailed it to our neighbor's.
And as for that summer to-do list, we can cross one item off:
We should celebrate. Punch, anyone?
