In case you didn't figure it out yet, we have a flying squirrel in our attic. Well, as of this moment, 5 pm, we no longer have that flying squirrel in our attic. Jake is taking him on a little drive right now. We're very pleased. It has been quite a saga.
This morning, the little critter had indeed taken the bait. But due to a slight operator error, the doors did not lock him in, and he escaped. We re-baited, re-set (correctly) and just a few hours later, scurry, scurry, SNAP! we got 'em. He was pretty upset, so Jake covered the whole trap with some towels, put him (in the trap) in a plastic bin, and he's driving him up to Brook Farm State Park right now. I like the name "Scooter," Jake thinks "Lefty" (if in fact this is the one who got his foot stuck in the trap before).
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