Well, the day started out quiet enough, then things got a little... furry. I think I mentioned that we had an unwanted visitor in our attic. Turns out we had MULTIPLE unwanted visitors in our attic. About three days ago I called our animal control guy and asked him to come out again. He removed a raccoon for us about seven months ago. This time he did a sweep of the whole roof outside to see where it was coming in since we had patched up a hole that we thought they were coming through. Didn't take him long to find a gaping hole in our roof where the extension of our house meets the garage. It had basically caved in. He brought me outside and told me to climb up the ladder to look at it. Definitely big enough for a coon to get in. Just what I wanted to find out. Not. Anyway they patched up as much as they could before dark and set up some traps outside and inside. Yesterday they came back with no luck but could see and hear a squirrel in our attic. Apparently the coon had chewed it's way through patch in the roof to make it's escape. The only consolation I had was knowing they had obviously found where they were coming in so once we got everything out we shouldn't (fingers and toes crossed) have anymore problems. So back to today. I was going out to our storage room (you have to pass through it to get to our garage) and a squirrel scurried out in front of me, scaring the snot outta me. I screamed and ran into the house, all the while frantically telling my husband on the phone what was happening. He tells me to run back out there and open the garage door to let it out. I'm moaning and groaning because I don't know, small furry creatures scare the snot out of me so I didn't want to go back out there. But like the brave woman that I am I grabbed my dad's old bat that was lying on a box and went to the garage to open the door. After that I went around the front of the house so I could check and see if it would come out. I just happened to look up at our roof while I was passing by and saw this:
He hunkered down as low as he could. I guess trying to hide from me the best he could in the cage. You know finally seeing what had been waking me up every night (scratching and such above my bed) in the cage wasn't as satisfying as what I imagined it would be. I felt kind of sorry for him. It gives me a squeamish feeling thinking of being trapped and no way to get out. I'm glad the guys take them out into the country and let them loose.When the animal control guy got here he took him down and brought him around front while he tried to find the squirrel in the house.
He was a big coon. The guy said the biggest he's seen in a while. I sat on the porch and watched him. He was pawing at the ground, flipping over, and standing on his head trying to get out. He would pause and then grab an acorn from the ground and chomp it down before trying to escape again haha.
Now this brings me to the last story. I took Mr. Animal Control guy through my house and to my garage so he could find our other pesky house guest and I asked him if he wanted me to open the garage door so he could see better. He said sure. The door opens and lo and behold the little guy goes running for his life... straight towards ME. I am not joking when I say that it ran between my legs while I was hopping up and down and screaming like a little girl. Mr. AC told me quickly, to close the door to the house and I vacated the premises. I know now to leave things to the professionals. I'm just glad my husband wasn't home to witness the scene that I made. I'm sure Mr. AC had a hilarious story to tell his family when he got home tonight. *Sigh* I swear I'm not usually like that guys.
Anyway, Mr. AC is like the Crocodile Hunter or something because he caught the little guy with his hands. He also informed me that we had TWO in the garage. So he will be back again tomorrow. Wonder how much $$$ this is going to cost. At least B will be here. Me thinks I'm just going to sit back on the couch and not move until all of my forest friends are gone. I don't think anyone will accuse me of being a bad hostess.
Now this brings me to the last story. I took Mr. Animal Control guy through my house and to my garage so he could find our other pesky house guest and I asked him if he wanted me to open the garage door so he could see better. He said sure. The door opens and lo and behold the little guy goes running for his life... straight towards ME. I am not joking when I say that it ran between my legs while I was hopping up and down and screaming like a little girl. Mr. AC told me quickly, to close the door to the house and I vacated the premises. I know now to leave things to the professionals. I'm just glad my husband wasn't home to witness the scene that I made. I'm sure Mr. AC had a hilarious story to tell his family when he got home tonight. *Sigh* I swear I'm not usually like that guys.
Anyway, Mr. AC is like the Crocodile Hunter or something because he caught the little guy with his hands. He also informed me that we had TWO in the garage. So he will be back again tomorrow. Wonder how much $$$ this is going to cost. At least B will be here. Me thinks I'm just going to sit back on the couch and not move until all of my forest friends are gone. I don't think anyone will accuse me of being a bad hostess.
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