racked with guilt
So we fixed the hole that the squirrel(s) used to enter and exit our ceiling.
And yesterday afternoon a squirrel returned to the scene and sat on the power line screeching at the now-sealed hole.
And this morning Ross heard more scurrying up in the ceiling.
And the first squirrel was still sitting there screeching.
And we think we’ve possibly broken up a happy squirrel marriage.
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home wreckers.
I had a bit of a bird incident awhile ago. My advice is to deny and blame someone else. “What are you talking about? It’s all their fault.”
You should make Ross go up in the attic and rescue the other squirrel.
yeah, that kind of sucks. not that I like squirrels or anything, but it is kind of sad. sorta for the animals, but mostly because you might have of really stinky house if the squirrel dies and there’s a heat wave.
ditto to the rescue scheme