Squirrel – 2
Stitchy – 0
I have now resorted to the big guns. Big peanut butter guns. Big peanut butter guns encrusted with sunflower seeds.
Your move, varmint.
(I fear this may reach Caddyshack proportions before it’s all over. I’m looking forward to sculpting the plastic explosives.)
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What a fun blog! Loved your 100 things about you list… so much that maybe someday I’ll actually think about writing mine.
thanks for sharing!!
Stitchy, regarding squirrel – I must agree with Juno. You might want to think about calling someone who specializes in getting rid of nuisance animals. A posse of squirrels died in a crawl space above our bedroom. I was the only one who could smell it and started to believe I had a brain tumor because everyone thought I was crazy. Lo and behold, I pushed through the tiny little square in the ceiling one day – oh the smell. This involved my husband in a hazmat suit with a large trash bag and much swearing and necessitated a larger campaign against the extended family of squirrels who still believed that death or no, the crawl space was theirs, damnit, which led to rat traps stapled to the roof, unpleasant drowning deaths and cats circling the yard, but that is a story for another day.
Yeah, squirrels have invaded our home twice. We had to coax them out of the house by opening doors and windows and putting peanut butter *outside* the house. Then we stoppered up their re-entry ways (boy, can they squeeze into tiny places) and capped the chimney. Call Best Pest in Somerville, they might be able to help. I really can’t stand squirrels now, given all the trouble they caused us.
We’re definitely going to get this little dude out, trust me. Luckily, we found where he came in and took care of it. We figured we’d try it the nice way for a few days, then move on to Plan B, whatever that may be, if it doesn’t work.
Rest assured, I have confidence in my plan and I’m a patient hunter. He feels comfortable getting food from the trap, now it’s just a matter of tweaking it to get it to snap shut. As long as I see that he’s taking food, I know I’ll get him. I may have to resort to pepperoni pizza (a perennial favorite of our backyard squirrel family), but I’ll get him.
When we moved into the house, there were squirrels living inside the walls. They got in through some loose molding on the side of the house. We got rid of those guys, so I’m not too worried about this one. I guess living in a house that collectively has 10 cats in it has desensitized me to roaming critters. As far as the squirrel ruining stuff, well, Dot has pretty much numbed me to that reality. Hell, if he was litter box trained, I’d probably let the little guy stay. I guess I’m not panicked about it. From everyone’s comments, it seems like I should be. But there’s plenty of time for panic. (And there’s plenty of time for “Told Ya So’s†as well.) Right now, I’m trying to Be the Squirrel.
We don’t have squirrels here but we having the same problem with mice and I swear they are tap dancing ones
No squirrel problems here, but I agree with Janine, mice…grrr. I swear they’re running marathons over my bedroom.
Squirrels are just rats with fluffy tails!
“License to kill gophers by the government of the United Nations. Man, free to kill squirrels at will. To kill, you must know your enemy, and in this case my enemy is a varmint. And a varmint will never quit – ever. They’re like the Viet Cong – Varmint Cong. So you have to fall back on superior firepower and superior intelligence. And that’s all she wrote.”
Boy, what I learned about trapping squirrels was to ignore totally the guidelines the local animal shelter made me agree to when I borrowed the haveaheart trap. I couldn’t possibly catch them critters if I only have the trap operational during the day when I wa home. I work for Pete’s sake and I am home during the day! Them rodents may not like being the trap until I got home but then I didn’t care for them throwing wild parties at night in my attic. Although I will have to say I had one really dumb squirrel trigger the trap when I set it on the deck with no bait in it. That one got to go into the Squirrel Relocation Program too. I thought a lovely riverside woods across 3 highways was sufficiently removed from my home and figured if they found their way back from there to my attic, I would let them live rent free without any harassment from me and the trap. Animal shelter said something about having the darlings picked up — hey, I didn’t have time to wait for 1 squirrel to be picked up by someone who wnated to charge me for relocating it. Those squirrels truly did love the peanut butter which had to be placed far enough in the trap that they couldn’t get to it and escape but not so far they could reach it through the mesh. Once I figured out the placement, I was successful.
Squirrels ah the memories. We used to have them in the attic of DH’s Gammaw’a house. They are noisy li’l critters alright, but I still like them. I would much rather have squirrels than oppossums, they scare me JUST a little bit. I had to chase one out of our garage the other night, he’d been trapped in there for about 16 hours. Now I know what possum poop looks like!
Squirrels….I’m having flashbacks. I had a flying squirrel invade the house I was renting in Port Matilda, PA. They’re so cuuuute when they’re asleep under the sink, but not so much when they jump for your head because they think you’re an indoor tree. *brrrr*