Screw the closet, I've got bigger issues today. In a word:
Mothereffin'squirrels!
First we hear scome scratch-scratch-scratching on the ceiling. Next some creepy scurrying in the walls. Then, while doing some spring shrubbing, I spot not one, but two holes in the corners of our roof.
Softball-sized, swear.
I go in the attic and see some Christmas decorations nibbled, boxes with corners gnawed off and insulation spread in places it shouldn't be. And, oh yeah, it's a squirrel pellet-a-palooza. No biggie. I put out poison. Set glue traps. Dispersed cotton balls dipped in fox urine. Sprayed some "Critter Ridder."
What do you know, it worked.
For about five days.
After pondering a call to Carl Spackler or pissing off the neighbors with this contraption, I decided to get professional help. Ouch.
Turns out we have "at least 10 families" calling our attic home. Females. Babies. We got it all! And here I was worried about Swine Flu.
Turns out my house is haunted all right. But not by spirits, by squirrels!
The experts' recommended plan: Raze the entire attic. New insulation. Block all entrances. Moves that will guarantee 100-percent eviction to all rodents and keep them from ever coming back.
Sounds great, but how much?
Take a guess. C'mon, I dare ya to get close ...
You're reading that correctly: $12,956.44. That's twelve thousand, nine hundred, fifty six dollars and forty-four cents.
After my laughter morphed into crying morphed into anger morphed back into laughter, the confusion returned. How the hell do I get rid of these squirrels without spending the kid's college fund?
One option: For $13k a man can co-exist with nature for a long time. But there's got to be a happy medium.
On the current list of options: BB gun. Animal control. The Verminators. Hawks and/or mountain lions released into attic.
Suggestions?
