On Sunday morning the hot water in my shower was minimal, but adequate. On Monday it was non-existent. Nada. Thus began a daily trek to my friend's house for a morning shower. Inconvenient, but not a big deal.
On Tuesday morning I was awakened at first light by very loud sounds of gravel hitting metal. I assumed it was one of my plethora of chipmunks digging a hole near the dryer vent. The noise continued, so I eventually gave up on sleep and tried to find the little booger. He was not to be found, but the noise continued.
Occasionally I turned on the dryer, attempting to discern if he was in the dryer ductwork. Since nothing happened, I decided there was no cause for alarm. Still the noise continued. For two days. Because I have no air conditioning, I sleep in the basement near the dryer. I wasn't getting much sleep.
On Wednesday morning Henry arrived to install a new water heater. Hallelujah! Hot water is a wonderful thing! While he was there Henry spent an extra few minutes pulling out the dryer. When he disconnected the ductwork some gravel fell out, but nothing else happened. What a relief! There was no chipmunk in there!
Then he turned the dryer on. Suddenly a chipmunk blew out of the back of the dryer, scrambling across the floor. I jumped into a nearby folding chair that almost folded. Henry was gracious enough not to laugh. The little varmint met his demise at the end of Henry's shoe. Henry was also kind enough to clean up his remains.
"I put him in a Wal Mart bag for you," said my hero. "Where do you want me to put it?"
I laughed.
"In the back of my truck?" he asked.
Chivalry is not dead. However, I heard from a reliable source that Henry shared this story with a few friends. He laughed. ;-)
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