Ka-bunk! A-bunk. A-bunkity-bunk. And with that the cozy comfort of my not-quite-awake-yet Saturday morning was gone. I knew what it was...a golf ball hitting the roof. It happens but not often. There's no need to be upset about it; I know it wasn't intentional. Heck, I played golf on Friday with someone who hit a house off the first tee. Maybe it's just karma.
But what I saw when I got out of bed and went to the door made me mad. Very mad. There, coming across the roof of the screened enclosure, was a squirrel. Throwing the door open (and ignoring the fact that I was still in my pajamas), I started clapping my hands and yelling at him. You get out of here! I hollered. There was no way the golfer who hit that errant shot was coming anywhere near our house at that point. Fact is, I probably frightened him more than I did the squirrel as he wasn't exactly beating a hasty retreat. So I clapped and yelled some more until he finally ran off the far side and up a nearby tree.
That would have been bad enough but when I returned to the back windows a few minutes later, he was on the screen again. It was the last straw. Wayne had chased a squirrel off the roof the afternoon before when I heard it gnawing on the cover of the vent pipe, and he'd hardly gotten back inside the house when I heard it again. It had cost us over $200 in repairs the last time the stupid varmints had taken a fancy to the covers on the other side of the house; I had no intention of dealing with that again. One way or another, those squirrels had to go.
So I borrowed my friend Bonnie's trap, sprayed all the moving parts with some WD-40 per Hiram's instructions and set it out in one of the flower beds with some peanut butter as bait. Figuring out which flower bed should house the trap was tough...there were three fuzzy-tailed rodents in the yard Saturday morning, all near different flower beds but I picked the center one. Besides, it was the one closest to the "road" the squirrel seemed to be taking back and forth across my screened enclosure.
And you know what? We haven't seen a single squirrel since. They were seemingly everywhere in the yard last week but the last two days...none. I think there are little squirrel ghosts hanging around the trap warning their destructive little brethren not to come anywhere near it. I guess if the object was to rid the yard of squirrels, it's working. Just not quite the way I expected.