When Derek went down again to put down some traps, he saw that our guests are actually bigger rodents than we initially thought–he thinks a squirrel and possibly a chipmunk or something else ratlike with a fuzzy tail. Our traps are too flimsy–we have to wait for the pest control people, who won’t come until Tuesday (because of the holiday weekend–our landlord doesn’t think this warrants emergency service). That was fun to tell the babysitters this afternoon…um, don’t worry if you hear squeaking and thumping downstairs. It’s just the wild animals in our basement.
Now I’m hearing thumps all over the house and am convinced that we’re being invaded everywhere. How am I supposed to sleep tonight?! And tomorrow? And Monday?
When we lived in MI, this same thing happened. We thought we had mice in the walls, but it ended up being flying squirrels. We caught over 45, I think. We used a live trap, and my dad put a dot of nail polish on them so we would know if we were getting new ones or just the same stupid squirrel over and over. We were getting new ones! Crazy… At least it’s not mice. I would SO MUCH rather have squirrels than mice. We had mice in Philly. Oh did we have mice. Yuck.
Just pretend you’re camping:)
Ugh…awful! Its like when I had a nest of baby racoons that fell into my fireplace and Brad had the angry mama to contend with outside.