Well, Blogger Buddies, on Saturday that's exactly what happened for me.
While making the bed I heard a faint scratching noise from outside. I couldn't see a thing through the window, so I stepped out the back door. On the corner of the rooftop I saw something hideous.
I went into the yard and found this...
and this on the other side...
Once again, some really rotten rodents (aka squirrels) have decided it would be a great idea to remodel my house for themselves. We went through this three years ago when squirrels chewed a huge hole in our soffit to build a cozy nest. This act of war resulted in the Great Squirrel Relocation Project of 2011. Looks like we're the victims of another attack, so we're on to the second World War.
As far as squirrels go, I've been live and let live. I don't care how many hang out in the yard. But taking over my house is more hospitality than I'm willing to offer.
The trap has been set and baited. I hope that dratted squirrel will be chewing on something far, far away from me and my house.
This is war, Squirrels. Be afraid. Be very afraid.
Hey Mom, there's a tree rat in the back yard pointing at us and laughing.