We joke about how rambunctious our roommates can be in their upstairs loft.
By that I mean the 3-inch space between the ceiling and rooftop.
By roommates I mean mice. And now squirrels, apparently.
I woke up a few nights ago to the sound of something hard rolling around above my head. This was a deviation from the usual (occasional) pitter-patter of scampering feet.
I asked mom the next morning: “Hey, have you heard our neighbors recently?”
She rolled her eyes. Yes, she said. Ohmygosh. I swear last night they were holding an Olympic rowing competition.
“You heard it too?!” I exclaimed. “I thought maybe they were playing shuffleboard.”
Clearly the mice poison I’d set out a few nights before wasn’t working, and when I Googled it, I discovered that squirrels won’t eat mice poison. And also that it’s illegal to poison squirrels.
So a live trap it is.
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