Pest control guy came back this morning...they had put out traps, poison, etc. two or more weeks ago, yet I continue to hear scraping, galloping, running, THINGS up in the attic. I called pest control guy, explaining my deep unhappiness with the results of their efforts. He came by this morning. He checked the poison stations (they don't like using poison...afraid rats corpses will get trapped inside walls, creating horrific odors; I share the concern, but since traps were ineffective, I allowed as how they should invade the attic with shotguns or use poison and they opted for the latter) and found that they hadn't been touched. So, he announced, our intruders are not rats, but squirrels.
I'm a little less concerned, but only slightly. I want the bastards gone. I want them out. I want to know where they get in and I want it fixed. I want to blow in new insulation, as the beasts have beat it down so every leaf falling onto the roof now sounds like a nuclear explosion. I'm certain the electricity and gas bills are higher as a result of the beasts, too.
Maybe Friday or Saturday, I will go to Home Depot or some such place and get a squirrel trap. The pest control guy doesn't do squirrels, but he says the traps are effective and don't harm the animals. At this point, I'm ready to have squirrel chile, but I guess I don't want the little buggers to squeel in pain, either.
That's my pre-Thanksgiving-Day story. What an amazingly exciting life I lead. It's almost too much to deal with. Oh boy.
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