Today I woke up to the smell of smoke. Dave was outside so I called to him before dialing 9-1-1. Oh, he said, I forgot to close the door, not to mention the bedroom window which still contains the air conditioner, and thus allows a stream of air, or toxic fumes, into the house. He had decided to oust a chipmunk, which evidently had flipped him off the day before. He had bought a smoke bomb of some sort, toxic in nature, and launched it into the chipmunk hole right near the front of our house. Or so he says. I'm sure the chipmunk just ran out his back entrance hole, but I was breathing in all the fumes. But at least I only have a headache, I'm not dead.
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