My attic != Squirrel Holiday Inn
This past weekend, I finally got a dry, warm day to attempt to fix the soffit grate that the neighborhood squirrels had half-way broken down. All throughout the winter last year they decided to hibernate up in my attic. Scratch that – annoy us is a more correct verb. It wouldn’t have been so bad if they would have just slept, but every morning it was scritch, scritch, scritch, scratch, scratch, scratch. It was driving us crazy. Most times we could just pound on the wall or ceiling and they would stop. For a while, at least. It wouldn’t be too long before the squirrels would resume their antics which I can only assume included clawing, jumping, acrobatic feats, holiday parties, battlebot matches, who knows…
On Saturday, we glued the soffit panel back up with some Liquid Nails. It doesn’t look too pretty but hopefully it will keep the squirrels out. I’m hoping there weren’t any inside that cannot get out now although I’m not counting on that mesh to hold if a small animal stands/jumps on it.
All of this reminds me of this web site I found earlier this year. The site featured the hows, tips, do’s and don’ts of raising wild squirrels. This lady was fanatical about it, I swear. Aside from the pages being hard to read with text everywhere and no whitespace, it was like reading the life stories of humane workers who nursed clubbed baby seals back to health. This woman would actually raise the baby squirrels to adulthood and set them free. Now, I’m all about letting people do what they want with their lives and if they so choose to raise these rodents as if they were children, then so be it. I’m hoping they’re considered an endangered species wherever this lady is located, because they sure aren’t around here.
The squirrel population in our city is just under the rating of overrun. I might be exagerating a little bit but not by much. Some are as big as racoons. No kidding. Anyway, the reason I found the site was because of the squirrels that were in the attic last winter, scritching and scratching, jumping and bouncing. The site did have a list of items that you should not feed to squirrels. “Ho ho!” I thought. “Victory shall be mine.” One of the items listed was baby formula. I had some of that from a freebie we were sent because of our soon to be born Nicky. I wanted to thank the lady for giving me such grand advice but later thought I’d rather not hurt her feelings. But I had such a lovely prose picked out for her guestbook to examplify how much her site has helped me in my quest while being complimentary and sinister.
Kind thank you’s to you for putting this site up.
In most sites, I could never find the quality information I was searching for.
Luckily, I found your site to help me out.
Last winter, we’ve had a squirrel friend stay in our home.
The little dickens just loved the warm feel of our attic.
He found it fun to jump around and scratch at things.
Everyday, jump jump jump scratch scratch scratch.
Most mornings we would listen to the little guy.
After a few months he left us suddenly.
Living in our attic proved to be an adventurous journey for him.
Lonely we are without our furred friend.
But at least we’re getting sleep now.
No, I didn’t poison the squirrel. Although the thought crossed my mind several times. Oh, how it crossed my mind…
