Nuts.
So, the squirrel that has been scampering around in (yes, in) our roof seems to have gnawed its way right into the attic at last. The only good thing about this was my little sister, in a fit of panic, exclaiming "Oh my god, somebody please call the terminator!" (I still don't think she believes that it's called an exterminator...)
But my dad is basically gone until the end of the month, and mom and I are happier about the 'catch and release' method than terminating with extreme prejudice.
Frankly, I don't think it's possible to feel any more like a hillbilly when you realize that your mother-daughter bonding time consists of baiting and checking squirrel traps out in the rain. *g*
But my dad is basically gone until the end of the month, and mom and I are happier about the 'catch and release' method than terminating with extreme prejudice.
Frankly, I don't think it's possible to feel any more like a hillbilly when you realize that your mother-daughter bonding time consists of baiting and checking squirrel traps out in the rain. *g*