Chuck stands up as quietly as he can, shuffling in his socks and peering into the shadows near the partially opened hatch, dimly lit by the running lights.
He unhooks his flashlight, as the skrtch happens again, a couple feet from him.
"Ha," he breathes out, turning it on. The suspect, a large grey squirrel, freezes for a moment in the beam of light, before jumping towards Chuck, who flails out of the way.
It lands on the floor with a thump, and takes off.
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Date: 2019-01-20 02:45 am (UTC)He unhooks his flashlight, as the skrtch happens again, a couple feet from him.
"Ha," he breathes out, turning it on. The suspect, a large grey squirrel, freezes for a moment in the beam of light, before jumping towards Chuck, who flails out of the way.
It lands on the floor with a thump, and takes off.