Some of my long-time readers (all two of you) may remember this post when we had trouble with a squirrel in our house... Well, he's back. He waited a long time until our guards were down, but finally came back to exact his revenge and apparently brought the whole family.
Squirrels have chewed a hole in the corner of our roof outside and have gotten into our attic and walls. They sound as if they are the size of housecats and are apparently moving furniture around in our attic, setting up their new winter digs just the way they want it. They thump and they scratch and they run and jump. Oh, the good times they're having. It's like Dance Party USA up there. You wouldn't believe how loud these stupid things are. It's driving me crazy, since their little entrance hole is directly above the corner of my bed. I hear them all night. I hear them first thing in the (early, early) morning. I can even hear their squeaky conversations. And I'm hearing impaired.
This has been going on for almost two weeks now. TWO WEEKS, people! Darrell finally got some time yesterday afternoon to get out there and start fixing the hole. I asked him, "Um, hon? How do we know- after you plug up the hole- that we aren't just trapping the squirrels in, instead of keeping them out?"
His response? "Uhhh... That's a good question."