Yes, it is Spring, and aren’t we all glad, BUT — and there’s always a but, isn’t there? — with Spring comes PESTS. Bet ya thought only showers and flowers came with Spring … um, no.
Usually in our household, Spring is when the pest control people get to come and re-bait all the traps in the crawl space and garage. A job I do not envy them. Crawl spaces have creepy crawly things in them — and most likely dead mice bodies from last year. EEUW.
But this year we have critters in between the walls and above the ceiling in our master bedroom. What kinds of critters? I don’t know, and I don’t care–I want them gone. We first heard them last night skittering and scratching and thumping and bumping as they played tag or procreated or whatever they were doing. They seem to be nocturnal since the noise was gone during the day.
My pest control people don’t do unspecified critters — just insects and mice and maybe rats as long as they don’t meet critter-size criteria (whatever that is). So they sent me to Tim. And Tim is gonna be my man if he can get the little beasties out of my wall.
Being an author, I, of course, imagined the uninvited critter invaders eating their way to freedom through the drywall into our bedroom while we were asleep. (The outside of the house is all brick.)
Never happen, you say? Well, it has happened and I know of someone that it has happened to. These very nice people ended up with a momma and poppa and baby raccoon in bed with them at 3 am in the morning. Craziness then ensued. I do not want to be that person who is chasing raccoons around my house with a broom in the middle of the night, trying to get them outside.
So, yeah, Tim is my go-to guy.
Now, I just have to wait for him to call me back after he did his walk-around my house. I guess Tim has a lot of experience at this job (or my pest control people wouldn’t send him their good customers) and he can tell by looking where some creature got in. I sure hope so since my hubby went up in the attic and found nada signs of invaders.
Sight unseen, Tim has surmised birds — starlings to be exact. Hmm, if they’re starlings, then there was a whole flock of them because they made quite a racket — all night long.
Me? I’m thinking hungry, angry raccoons. Tonight, I’ll have my broom handy, just in case.