For some time now, I’ve heard noises in my attic. You’d think, since my new book has a paranormal element, I’d welcome this intrusion. But our house is fairly new, and I’m pretty sure ghosts don’t scurry.
You might recall almost all of the houses in our neighborhood had, not one, but two roofs replaced last year due to storm damage. Yes, insurance premiums went up!
Apparently, there were some “gaps” in our new roof that some squirrels found. They notified all their friends and have colonized in the rafters.
We called one animal removal company in January and their estimate was over four thousand dollars to repair the roofline, trap the animals and do what they said should be done to get rid of the critters. I had a career in sales. This guy was slick. He used scare tactics by telling me though it was currently only squirrels, raccoons or other animals could also move in. I know they could; the squirrels could also pack their bags and move out, but he didn’t mention that. And he tried to upsell. He said if we didn’t do an enzyme cleanup new squirrels would smell the old ones and we’d be in this fix again. Hummm… what does that say about his repair work?
He did make pictures, which we took back to the roofing contractor who reluctantly came back and fixed the locations in the photos (and only those sites—he didn’t look around to see if there were any other places).
Then we called another wildlife removal company. The new guy found a roofline gap on the other side of the house—sixty-seven feet of gap—which I contend the roofer should have fixed. But I’d rather pay someone else to do it than have to deal with the roofer and his attitude again. The new guy is coming back today to set the traps.
This kid is a hoot. I got the impression he loved his job and probably even plays with some of the animals he traps. His company was more expensive than we’d hoped (about nine hundred dollars to trap and repair the roofline) but I’m ready to get rid of the patter of little feet. I swear they must be having Tupperware parties or something. It sounds like there is an army of them, though my trapper said he’d be surprised if there is more than two or three. He agreed the scent could invite future inhabitants, but he doesn’t think it’s that bad and to really do an enzyme treatment right would mean removing and replacing all of the insulation in our attic—a very big job. He also said they’ve not done a lot of damage for which we are very grateful.
So here I sit waiting for the critter ridder to come set his traps and make the repairs. Let’s hope this does the trick. These noises are inspiration I can do without.