Has a feral animal ever gotten into your house?

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Has a feral cat, dog, squirrel, bird, raccoon, or any other type of animal gotten into your house while you had the doors open?

When I was a young kid, a bat had gotten into my house and we spent over an hour trying to get it out.
 
I have to chase out foxes now and then at our summer house. Some stupid neighbors keep putting out leftovers for them, so they think big boxes with humans in them = food. And when they find none on our porch, they follow the smell inside.
 
I had a feral cow wander in a few months ago.

It's still in my kitchen, which makes cooking beef totally uncomfy.
 
Yeah but once I found out that she was a Lib, I sent her home with cab fare and a clean conscience...



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Once a squirrel fell down my parents' fireplace. I think we ended up having to call animal control, because we just couldn't catch the sucker.
 
I had a feral cow wander in a few months ago.

It's still in my kitchen, which makes cooking beef totally uncomfy.

The feral cow is an impressive species, living by her wits in a hostile world. Have you ever seen the Animal Planet video of how they self-milk? Strangely erotic.
 
Once a squirrel fell down my parents' fireplace. I think we ended up having to call animal control, because we just couldn't catch the sucker.

That reminds me of a story. My father upon walking past the fireplace heard quacking. He told my mother about the odd sounds coming from the fireplace. Well, that was the straw that broke the camels back. My mother through some fancy fandangle'n had my father committed to the local institution for the mentally unstable. My moms dad might have made it happen sooner as he's in with all the politico's on account a he bein' an ex rat himself. That was back when I was wearing short pants so around 6 yrs old. When I was 17 and foolin' around with my first love Mary Lou in the front room is when I discovered my father wasn't as crazy as mom had always made him out to be. It was January and blowing somethin' fierce outside. I'd lit a fire in the hearth and Mary Lou was spread out over the woolen blanket I'd spread out in front. Mom was at her night job and I was almost to 3rd base with Mary Lou. Between bouts of makin' out and periods where Mary Lou regained her morals we did a lotta jawin'. It was during one of these times when Mary Lou was talkin' about her hopes and dreams (that she would never get to pin on me as we broke up during my last year of hi school) and I was staring into the fire that I saw what looked like a black shrunken singed mini football (american) fall into the back of the fireplace causing it to send up a cascade of sparks. Fascinated I crawled over to discover a mummified soot encrusted duck smouldering away behind the fire where it had come to rest after its initial entrance. Dad never did get out of the institution. Turned out he sorta liked it in there with his One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest like friends.

^^^^ solid paragraph so no one will read it.
 
I thought a "feral" animal was a domesticated species which has returned to living as a wild animal. How do raccoons, bats, etc, qualify as "feral"?
 
That reminds me of a story. My father upon walking past the fireplace heard quacking. He told my mother about the odd sounds coming from the fireplace. Well, that was the straw that broke the camels back. My mother through some fancy fandangle'n had my father committed to the local institution for the mentally unstable. My moms dad might have made it happen sooner as he's in with all the politico's on account a he bein' an ex rat himself. That was back when I was wearing short pants so around 6 yrs old. When I was 17 and foolin' around with my first love Mary Lou in the front room is when I discovered my father wasn't as crazy as mom had always made him out to be. It was January and blowing somethin' fierce outside. I'd lit a fire in the hearth and Mary Lou was spread out over the woolen blanket I'd spread out in front. Mom was at her night job and I was almost to 3rd base with Mary Lou. Between bouts of makin' out and periods where Mary Lou regained her morals we did a lotta jawin'. It was during one of these times when Mary Lou was talkin' about her hopes and dreams (that she would never get to pin on me as we broke up during my last year of hi school) and I was staring into the fire that I saw what looked like a black shrunken singed mini football (american) fall into the back of the fireplace causing it to send up a cascade of sparks. Fascinated I crawled over to discover a mummified soot encrusted duck smouldering away behind the fire where it had come to rest after its initial entrance. Dad never did get out of the institution. Turned out he sorta liked it in there with his One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest like friends.

^^^^ solid paragraph so no one will read it.

Ha! The jokes on you - I enjoy paragraphs. I even read this one. I may have even laughed.
 
I thought a "feral" animal was a domesticated species which has returned to living as a wild animal. How do raccoons, bats, etc, qualify as "feral"?

Feral is wild or returned to a wild nature but is used more commonly to mean returned to a wild nature in everyday speech.
 
I found a dead squirrel in one of the toilets at my parent's home years ago. I about freaked.
 
This was a guest I met in my living room one Monday morning. I live in the country. We have had squirrels in our attic. I hate them... they destroy everything. Mice, a couple of birds over time and now the five foot snake. We shared our den with a little sugar glider. So very cute but too fast to catch.
 

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Had some coons in the attic once....nothing ol' painless couldn't fix. :cool:
 
Just a woman I used to date.

After three months, she started to be a feral controlling bitch.

But she was good sex.

I heard later meds helped her.
 
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I had to chase a bat out of my house when I was about 12-13 years old. Not exactly sure how the bat got inside, but I very gently pushed it out and shooed it away with a broom so I would not injure the bat in the process.

I would assume that it got in when I had the door open or something.
 
I live rural, so I often get wild and feral animals in the house.
Possums, quolls, rats, snakes, and feral cats.
All die horrible deaths if and when I manage to catch them!
 
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