Monday, April 5, 2010
First, I need to say that this is coming from my (Aaron's) perspective. The opinions in this post, while widely accepted and known to be fact, may not represent the opinions of my wife, dear, sweet, Melissa.
Now that that's out of the way, on to the saga.
For those of you who don't know already, Melissa and I purchased our first home back in November of last year. It was an exciting time in our lives, one we looked forward to with great anticipation. We got all moved in and settled and life began to take on an air of normalcy. That is until the day we heard a noise.
The noise we heard was coming from several locations, above the bed in our room, in the living room above the recliner, behind the fireplace, and in one of the exterior walls in the living room. My initial investigation revealed mouse-like droppings in the attic, so I began a multi-month campaign of mouse hunting with both snap and glue trap. This campaign was fruit-less however, and I began to get frustrated.
As a last-ditch effort to both preserve my sanity, and rid my abode of the vermin, I took one of the glue traps and placed it gingerly in a soffit vent that is on our patio, which was very near where we had heard one of the vile creatures happily chewing away at my investment. I left the vent open for easy access since it was in my screened in patio. This proved to be both a blessing and a horror.
The next day I take a phone call from my bride while at work. She proceeds to inform me that something had gotten into that glue trap and had fallen through the vent, and landed on the porch. She also informed me that the rodent that had fallen into my trap was not a mouse, but in fact was a tiny squirrel.
Feeling pretty pleased with myself, I set about the task of sealing up the possible entry points. While working my way around the house, I notice that there is yet another squirrel traipsing about in my attic. I left, what I felt to be the main entry point partially sealed off, so that the trespasser may leave, but not return. As a safety precaution, I put another glue trap in the same spot and hope that the eviction would soon be complete. Squirrels: 0, Aaron: 1
Fast forward to the next day, and while at work, I take another call from my baby-momma, informing me that there was now, not 1, but 2 squirrels on the patio. Apparently the small one had fallen through again, and, what we presume to be the parent of the small squirrel had jumped down to its aid, and they were both trapped on the patio.
This time it was not as pleasant; the vermin were climbing on the screens, the walls, and our patio furniture in hopes of finding a way out of the patio. By the time I arrived home, the bigger of the two had made a break for it, leaving the smaller to fend for himself. I set about sealing up a hole under the patio where I suspected they might be hiding, sealing up the other hole where I knew they were getting into the attic. I turned the small one loose, and called it a night. Squirrels: 1, Aaron: 1
Now, if you think this story is over, it is not. The patio, which had been the scene where so much squirrel-related drama had played out, had been reclaimed. I could now enjoy my evenings on the patio, with my now 9-month pregnant wife. We were doing this exact activity last night, enjoying dinner and the mild weather, when my nose caught an aroma, as did my wife. We looked at each other, exchanging knowing glances. We talked about it, dancing around what I knew I was going to have to do. I tried to talk her into letting me just let it rot and turn into dust. Oddly enough, she did not seem to keen on that idea, so I gather my tools and proceed to pull up the boards on the patio floor. Well, I found what you think I found; the momma squirrel, and the source of the smell. Squirrels: 2, Aaron: 1
Well the battle is lost, the squirrels win, right? No! I am on top of the food chain here, so I automatically win... Squirrels: 2, Aaron: 1,000,000. It's been happily quite in our walls/attic as of late. So yes, I win.
Posted by Aaron Wagner at 9:32 AM