That is my bedroom window. And the rustling, scratching noises have been waking me up most nights. Then, as I was walking into the house there he was, peering out, unwilling to move and giving me that look. You know, like a bratty child who looks at you with the "what are you gonna do about it" look.
Which made me mad enough to find Andy at Wildlife Management Services, who put up traps in the rain and hauled away little red today (after a noisy night). He's also going to fix our mouse problem, and showed us where the bat lands at night. I'm trying really hard to not think about that last sentence (I know, they're good, but they heeb me out more than anything).
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