Squirrel in the house.
Well, I had that happen a few times back when I was married.
We just let the squirrel roam, it fell in through the chimney, and it's family members for years.
Just open the doors, open the windows.
Take pictures, that is what I did. No brooms and towels, no screaming, just let it go and take pictures. They find their way, just like birds. Open, tell them here it is and walk away.
It got so bad that the 90 something year old neighbors would call me to make cats stop trying to get squirrels and birds on the street. I got scratched up a lot holding down a cat from food, but saved Crazy Squirrel and her offspring.
Crazy Squirrel spat at cats and had a tail to show injuries. She got so comfy from us feeding her, she would beg on the window. She had to climb a porch swing and beg, if we did not notice she would cling to the window screen. Peanuts or tortilla chips were her favorite. She eventually would climb up when we sat outside, onto us, knowing she was safe and would be fed.
Bizarre times I miss. I still talk to all outside animals and they still like it. Cannot explain it.
Then back to my laborious task. 
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