One more squirrel story.

Decades ago growing up, I lived in the country sandwiched between small clusters of houses and several dairy farms. We ourselves had chickens, ducks, horses and ponies, and oftentimes, several other animals as pets -both domestic and wild. Read raccoons, skunks, groundhogs, and yes -squirrels.

Our place had a huge mulberry tree in the front yard. It had been there forever and was always loaded with amost inch long mulberries that my mother used to make mulberry jam and pies. (It was also her "switch tree" for those old enough to remember being "switched!).

Right next to it, but on the other side of the sidewalk, was an equally large maple tree, which was now home to a squirrel Dad had raised from a pup. It never wandered far away and was usually found in the two trees or on the telephone wires between them.

One day, my mother prepared to gather the ripe mulberries and she did so by hanging a large sheet by it's four corners to branches on the tree, where the berries would fall into it and not hit the ground. Then my brother would climb the tree and shake branches until she had what she needed.

When my brother had finished, he called her to come outside to see if that was enough berries.

Dad came with her, wearing a tee-shit, a pair of baggy jeans, and barefooted. This was an unusual occurrence since Dad typically was almost always dressed in a suit and tie considering his status as a local businessman. (This was in the mid 60's, back when things were a little different from today and where a certain decorum was expected and followed if in public.)

He started unhooking the sheet so they could fold it into a bag and so Mom could dump the berries into her bucket.

Suddenly, that squirrel jumped from the maple tree into the mulberry tree and started barking at Dad. Dad was laughing and yelling at the squirrel - when the squirrel unexpectedly jumped out of the tree onto Dad's head. It apparently startled Dad so bad, he flung the squirrel off to the ground.

The squirrel than ran up Dad's pant leg - on the inside.

By this time, the whole bunch of us kids were yelling, Mom was yelling, Dad was cursing like a fool and....

Well, there is no good way to describe the look on Dad's face at that point.

Nor is there a good way to describe how he came out of his clothes, either.

Unfortunately for Dad, at the same time this happened, the mailman drove up to the mailbox, a neighboring farmer was going by in his old farm truck, and the neighbor lady next door had walked across her field to see what all the yelling was about.

And there stood Dad in his underwear for all the world to see...... And, needless to say, embarressed as hell and red as a beet.

The squirrel? Well he had run back up the mulberry tree -- after he found his way out of Dad's pants. and, he was still barking at Dad.

The final result?

Squirrel - 1 Dad - 0
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I grew up in those days and remember the switch tree. How ever your story is so funny, I can just picture this man cursing and pulling off his pants, as all these people start to show up. If he was like my Daddy, he was probably ready to die of embarressment! LOL
 
I did and it was empty. I looked in every folder to see if I accidentally drug it off someplace and can't find it. Had all of the recipes I've saved in the past year, receipts, etc. Thank god I already printed the Luke Bryan Farm Tour tickets or I'd really be angry.
what kind of computer?
you could do a hard drive search for something you know the file name of and then follow the path to it...
 
what kind of computer?
you could do a hard drive search for something you know the file name of and then follow the path to it...

It's a desktop PC w/Win 7. Old.
I went back to search system folders and the various user folders. Well, well, well .... lo and behold there was a "restore previous versions" when I right clicked on the folder. It worked -- got my stuff back from 9/12 so shouldn't have lost too much besides a few recipes.:wee:celebrate:bow:ya:clap:yesss:
 

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