Because Apparently I'm Made of Money

Last Friday night Prince and I were snuggled up in my bed watching a movie.  It was really hard to concentrate with all the stratching noises coming from the attic.  I'd heard these noises before, but somehow managed to convince myself that it was the kids next door.  (Yeah, they must be ventriloquists.)

By Saturday morning, I had to face the truth that I had a critter in my attic.

I called a wildlife removal company and they sent out a nice guy named Wayne to check out the situation.

Wayne checked it out and reported back three full-sized raccoons living in my attic.  He set two traps and guessed we'd quickly have two caught in the cages and he could get the third with his magical pest removing thingamabob.

Saturday night was even less restful than Friday because of the apparent rodeo happening above my bedroom.  (Seriously, if there's no excitement in my bedroom, I don't want to hear it above my head.)

Wayne came back on Monday to check the traps and found the two cute, but uninvited, raccoons I shared with you last week.  The third raccoon was nowhere to be found.  So, he took the two bitches and released them in the wild (somewhere far away from my neighborhood, I hope.)

So, what's the next step you ask?  Well, to ensure no more animals vacation in my attic, I need to have the insulation removed, hole(s) found and repaired, attic disinfected, and new insulation blown in.

All for the bargain of $2850.  Which, of course, is no big deal because apparently, I'm made of money.

And that, my friends, is why I was so grumpy last week.

All animals are equal but some animals are more equal than others.

George Orwell