Ave, SquirrelApart from being loud (and the unknown damages occurring nightly in between the marching lines of lathe) the squirrel is presenting a singular problem. Do not get me wrong: the squirrel is loud. The hidden inner spaces of houses are excellent amplifiers. "Have they started bowling yet?" I am asked by those who know. There is thunder in the ceilings. The real problem, though, is that the squirrel is interstitial.
The insides of walls are not places oft thought about in houses. As an internal projection, they are two dimensional: on this side is the reassuring security of the interior wall, hung with tasteful art or perhaps tucked behind furniture The outside is the connected part that shields from wind and rain, and keeps the critters out. Well, sometimes. For the is a squirrel in the walls, you see, and it has invaded one level of what was once a simple thing, wounding the house and imbuing it with a siege mentality. Worse: there is an unfinished closet on the second floor, and the beast has fallen through the sheeting walls, and is battering the door for egress. It has made it into the house, if only to a closet. I am keeping the basement door shut tight. I hope the pocket doors on the first floor will not be a problem.
Things have been put in motion to fully fix all of this. And: I know what squirrels are worth.
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