here I was sitting at my desk, laptop on my lap, chair twisted so I could see out the doorway and window, up popped a prairie dog not 5 feet from me. I lept up and shouted "get out!" (like it speaks english!) and whoosh it ran between two jewelry displays and curled up in a ball.
Good grief. I ran to close the other gallery door, and whispered "thanks" to God that there was that hidden pocket door between the "office" part of the gallery and the front part of the gallery. Then I bravely placed the ladder next to the display where he lay terrified. I climbed up the ladder and began swishing at him with the broom, trying unsuccessfully to dislodge him from his hiding place.
Brother. Now what. I went outside to see if there was another soul in the building. Yes! Don's vehicle was there at the end in it's usual place. And so down to the end of the building I marched, watching backward to see if it ran out on it's own. I returned with Don and Brinn in tow. We carefully blocked off access to any other potential hiding places and then Don went at it with the broom, it ran out, and tried to head to another spot, Don caught him swept him across the floor and it ran right behind the door.
Time for plan C. Brinn went to get the fireplace gloves while Don stood guard, the poor traumatized rodent now huddled behind the door. Gloves on, Don picked him and took him outside where it ran away, glad for it's life. Behind it left wet spots from the release of his terrified bladder and yes other stuff too. ugh. So much for leaving the out side doors wide open. At least when I 'm the only one in this part of the building. I'm sure it looked like a good safe place to wander and look for scraps of food. I'm afraid he didn't get the best of the Art Gallery, and I hope he learned his lesson. The lady at the Art Gallery has a big broom and lots of Friends. Be warned prairie dogs, squirrels, chipmonks and all...enter the Art Gallery at risk of terror.