Chuck casts around blindly for something to use as a net -- and grabs a paper plate.
He lunges at the squirrel, and it veers off towards the other side of the Conn-Pod. He glances at the plate, and puts it back down. "Squirrel," he says. "They get into fucking everything, and try to hide their food in it."
He pulls off his t-shirt, keeping his hands in the armholes as he stalks across the room after it.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
timeasmymeasure
no subject
Date: 2019-01-20 03:33 am (UTC)He lunges at the squirrel, and it veers off towards the other side of the Conn-Pod. He glances at the plate, and puts it back down. "Squirrel," he says. "They get into fucking everything, and try to hide their food in it."
He pulls off his t-shirt, keeping his hands in the armholes as he stalks across the room after it.