Apparently, squirrel traps do in fact work, given enough time. After a couple of days of no luck I moved the trap closer to where I thought the squirrel was entering the attic. Today when I came home from work, Mason and I heard a sound that sounded like the neighbor was hammering on something. It took us a few minutes to realize the sound was coming from our own attic. With Mason preoccupied with the Wii, I went into the attic and retreived my captured critter. I’ll spare you the details, but after he was good and dead, I tossed his furry little carcass into a cardboard and tossed the box into the back of the golf cart. Then, with the Wii on pause, Mason and I rode over to the woods and performed a small ceremony. I used the time during the ride back to talk about how we don’t kill animals for fun.
Did you really handle the squirrel or did you make Susan do it? Or perhaps it is only possums that give you a pause.