Well, late last year we started to hear tiny
pitter patters in the ceiling. Turned out not to be Santa Claus on the roof....but a Squirrel in the
attic. I made a
valiant effort to catch the squirrel with our
newly acquired "have-a-heart" trap. Over a 6-8 week period, the score was Squirrel "8"; Daddy "0". He got the bait food; Tripped the trap; But always escaped. He was living the life of Riley. Warm bed and 3 square meals a day! It became Personal with me!! (Think Bill Murray and
Caddyshack!). Unlike Bill Murray, I finally got him! Actually, I got two of 'em...and counting. George and I think we found the entry point in the roof . We patched it up yesterday with metal mesh.
Hopefully, the only squirrels we will enjoy in the future will be the the squirrels on our "Deck"!
Trying to coax the squirrel into the cage............
Visualize the squirrel in the cage........
After 8 weeks, I started to
Hallucinate about squirrels everywhere!.........
Got him.............!!!!
Seconds before being released.....(8 miles from our house!......
didn't want him coming back for the free room and board)
