Remember this post?
It got worse before it got better. Obviously we’d been hearing “noises” for a while. After the last rant about this issue, we went right out and bought one of those Hav-A-Hart traps – only, we didn’t use it right away. Maybe it was the holiday crush, or maybe the thought that because it was warm outside – it would stay outside. Ha.
And then? Worse arrived. Not only did the activity pick up, it moved about, migrating from the upstairs doorways and the hardwood floors directly below our feet to…the kitchen area and the ceiling over our very heads. It also began to act as if it had an alarm clock. Promptly at 6:00 p.m. every night it would get started. There it was! In the wall by the buffet. The wall behind the cabinets. The cabinet with the double oven. We’d be listening to the news, enjoying our end of the day wind down, and here would come the interloper, the unwanted guest.
We went from non-action to all out war. I called a pest control company. Great guys. They gave us advice. Squirrels, they said.
“But…(said I) squirrels are diurnal, not nocturnal. We are hearing this thing starting at 6:00 every night – the squirrels are in bed.”
“Not if they have an attic to play in.”
“Oh. Great. So, it’s true, we have squirrel squatters.”
Smile. “Yes ma’am.”
So, they sprayed for bugs. Set off some bombs. For bugs. And threw out some rodent plugs (for mice, not squirrels). Once that was done (yay, at least there would be no more creepy pine beetles as big as a surfboard) a suggestion was made by one of the guys.
“I saw you have one of those traps?”
“Yeah. We haven’t used it yet.”
“Maybe put it in the attic and see what you get.”
Hm. Our plans exactly except we hadn’t done it. It was like we wanted it to disappear by…magic?
So, late afternoon that same day we got out the trap, loaded it up with peanut butter, and put it in the smaller section of attic that is directly over the kitchen.
We shut the little attic door, went downstairs and waited for the antics to commence. Promptly at 6:05 p.m. scritch scratch, scurry, scurry. It was hard not to get out the broom and bang on the ceiling like I’d been doing. I tuned it out – sort of.
Next day, I checked the trap. Doors still up, nothing. Second night, 6:02 p.m., (I swear this thing had a wrist watch) the noises began again. I ignored what sounded like a full blown race being conducted above my head best as I could. Later on, around 8:30 or so, I realized there was no noise. I figured it’s moved to another wall – it’s done this before, this little, wily “whatever.”
Next day. I was cleaning house, and remembered, oh, I need to check the trap. Might as well do it now. I opened the little crawl space door, (screeeee) stuck the flashlight in, and felt a little ba-bump of my heart when I saw the trap doors were DOWN! I’ll admit, I was a little scared – for some reason. WHAT IS IT? What’s in THERE? WHAT IF IT’S A SNAKE! It was soooo quiet. Too quiet. Even when I had opened up that noisy door and panned the light over the cage. Silence.
What was it, you ask? Well, let me show you.
THIS. And, it had been quiet because it had pulled in all the insulation it could grab with it’s ever so cute little paws, made a nest and was SLEEPING.
Tell me that’s not the sweetest, most adorable face?!?! Look….at it. I just wanted to hold it and pet it.
All of my aggravation? Pffft. This was not what I expected. A Southern Flying Squirrel.
I’ll admit, I had no idea we had them here because I’ve never seen one. Ever. I used to when we lived in Michigan, back when I was in 3rd and 4th grade.
So, I got the cage out carefully. Put it in the back of my vehicle and took him (her?) off to the Rail Trail, where I opened the hatch and out it flew – well not literally, I mean it ran fast. Because they ARE very fast.
Freedom! S/he’s a little hard to see, but there’s the backside with the tail draped over a branch. It was the flat tail that gave it away to Blaine. Soon as I described it and showed him these pics, he said, “look up flying squirrel.”
So far, so good. No new noises. Yay! No more worries about the house burning down due to chewed wires. Yippeee!
Instead, now I’m worried about the cold snap and how this little one will fare.
I got “the look” from hubby on that one.
He knows I’m tenderhearted through and through, a real pushover – until something keeps me awake. Grrrr.