Fishing in the Pool....

....or, would you call it squirreling?

So, Anita went out to the pool a week or two ago first thing in the morning and came back in to immediately come get me. Apparently, we had a little furry dive bomber during the night. A little furry dive bomber who can't swim...at least, not forever. We had to grab some gloves and plastic bags and "squirrel" out the bobbing squirrel.

This meant of course, that we had to drain the pool....ugh. Which means we had to refill it again....ugh.