When the family reunion had come to an end, we loaded our van and prepared to go home. Jason left the driver's side door open, as we gathered the kids.
The kids and I were up at the lodge. Jason went down to the van to bring it up to where we were. As he sat in the driver's seat, he was surprised by a little chipmunk who had found our snack bag. The chipmunk started to scurry around the van. Jason opened the side door and went around to the other side to try and scare it out. When he came back around to the driver's side he saw no sign of the chipmunk and assumed he had jumped out.
We said our good-byes and took off for home.
On the drive home we occasionally heard a new squeak in the van, but assumed it was Abree's travel bag swinging on the hook above her seat. When we arrived home we unloaded the van and settled back in to home life.
The next morning, I got in the van to take Rylee's friend home. There was a weird smell in the van. It wasn't awful or super strong, but it was a new smell and it was weird.. kind of a rubber balloon or very mild skunk smell. As we drove we heard the new squeaky sound again. We joked about it possibly being the chipmunk who had nibbled on our almonds in the snack bag, but concluded it had to be some sort of insect. We couldn't believe that the chipmunk could have travelled all this way, without us knowing, so dismissed the thought.
That afternoon, the kids, Grandpa Waite and I loaded into the van to go to lunch in the park. We heard the weird new squeak again. Treyson started to be convinced that the chipmunk WAS in the van.
When we reached the park I hopped out and opened the side door for the kids. Abree was waiting to hop out, as Treyson reached under the driver's side seat. As he started rummaging around, something furry darted from under the seat up through the space right above the gas pedal, into the dash.
Oh my! There really IS a chipmunk in my van!!! Now what do I do?!
We decided that we would leave the driver's side door open as we ate lunch.. hoping he would sense freedom and find a new home in the park. When we were done eating, we went back to the van and thumped on the dash and heard the squeaking again. He's still in there! I opened all the doors and kept thumping. Come on little guy the park would be a perfect home, away from home, for you. When I opened the back hatch door I saw concrete evidence... droppings! So that's what that weird smell was.
Every time we thumped the dash, he would squeak. Hmmm, what to do, what to do.
We decided to go to the carwash to see if Jason's detail guys could take apart the dash and get our new friend to come out. But how would we get there? Drive of course, but what if he decided to come out and run across my foot. Could I control myself and not freak out? I wasn't sure.
Dad, will you drive...please?
Grandpa drove us to the carwash and the detail guys took our dash apart and started poking and prodding around with air tools and vacuums.... to no avail.
Thump... squeak, squeak.
Grrrreat!
Grandpa met a friend at the carwash and they took off, so I was the lone driver that had to get us home. I tried to talk myself into staying calm if our little friend made his appearance while I was driving.
Don't freak out.. don't freak out.. don't freak out.
We successfully got home without a chipmunk appearance. I backed up into the driveway, opened the doors and prepared a lure. I set 2 paper plates out by each open door, with peanut butter, an almond, a craisin and a little cap of water. We hoped the open doors and little snack would lure our little friend out of hiding.


We left the doors open all afternoon and into the night.
When Jason used the van that night, he reported he heard NO squeaking.
Could it be? Had our little squeaky friend escaped?
In scrutinizing the critter snack, I wondered if there was some gnawing on the almond and craisin. The sun had melted the peanut butter, so it was hard to tell if it had been chewed on or just sun-baked.
When we did the thump test we heard no squeak. We concluded that our chipmunk friend had escaped or died of extreme heat. If the latter was true, we'd know soon enough.
So far, so good. No squeaking and no stinking.... yet.