It's my fault squirrels live in my attic. For years, feeling sorry that the little helpless cuties didn't have much food in the winter and breaking all the rules of feeding wild animals, I put bread crumbs, pop corn, dried fruit and other tasty tidbit out for the little beasts.
Then, accepting my hospitality of food they decided to chew into the eaves of my roof and make themselves at home in my attic.The furry monsters gathered all the insulation in the attic and made themselves comfy, warm little nests. They have done such a good job of clearing the insulation, they have created great romping room in the rest of the attic.
Good for them, bad for my heat bills!
We keep trying various method of ridding ourselves of these devil squirrels, shooting them out of the trees, filling in their holes in the roof, sonic blasters only squirrels can hear. I routinely put rodent poison in the attic. This means I have to go deep into the territory they usurped from me. I know I am the ultimate predator. I know a am BIGGER than these monsters. But before I even open the attic door I have visions of these rabid, saber toothed monsters attacking me and sucking the life out of me. The least little scratchy little noise has me throwing the poison into the darkness and bolting out of the attic as fast as I can.Being the mighty huntress that I am I will persist with my poison flinging, at least it controls the population.
Does anyone have any advise on how to get rid of these monsters??????
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