I listed a squirrel today!

Today I had an appointment to list a home in Hyannis at 11:30. Our first meeting. Complete strangers, she and I. Brought together by her attorney.

When I arrived no one answered the door. I walked around the house... thinking that the elderly woman may still be sleeping... When I got back to the front door... she was there... waiting. Hunched from age and illness she attempted to open the door... I let my self in and told her to take her time backing away from the door. Aside from the lovely entrance into an open floor plan ranch with sky lights and lovely antiques... I couldn't help but notice the smell of decay. Flys darted back and forth between the home owner and I like they were playing space hockey.
I asked "what is that smell?"
She replied "poor dear, got stuck in the fireplace and died'
Naturally, "when? and what are your plans for the "poor dear"?" I asked.

My eyes now watering, my breathing altered and my mind now on to her health. I opened the slider with screen to the porch...to which she replied "close the screen, dear you don't want the bugs to come in..." Quite right, I replied...I want the flys to go out tho.... let's just leave it open for a few minutes, shall we?

This can't be good for her? She says she can't smell it because of all the medicine she is on but the flys she agrees, are annoying. Huh...?

Sean was the 5th "wildlife removal specialist" I called out of the phone book who had the time and the empathy. He will be there at 6pm to remove the "poor dear" and do a fly treatment. (Whatever that means?) Then to call the Sweep, because Prevention is what it is all about, right?
Sandwich Chimney sweep will be there Friday to put a cap on the chimney so no more "poor dear's" get stuck.

To the home owner... I wasn't just her Real Estate Professional but Super Woman. I went to Home Depot for Fly strips and Moth Balls... went into the home and found her sleeping soundly in her recliner with the TV loud and the clicker about to fall from her lap onto the floor. I hung the fly strips... and said a quiet good bye while she slept... I left Saint Joseph on her kitchen table. She needs out of this house.

I called her brother (92 years of age) to let him know the status of the "poor dear" as he had attempted to get the varmint out of the chimney over the weekend. Ever grateful, he said "I am glad she is in good hands."

So I listed a Squirrel today. Because Today... you wouldn't have noticed the hardwood, the sky lights, corner lot or finished basement...

Today ...all you would have noticed was the "poor dear" squirrel.