I think I told you a while back what my plan was to block access to intruders into
our nearly inaccessible (to me, not them) gable attic vents, a plan that was abandoned after I pelletized
the tree squirrel that was making our life miserable.
With the reappearance of flying squirrels
I decided it was high time to get this onerous project completed even though your most excellent suggestion
of baiting a rat trap with apple soaked in maple syrup did the trick Thursday morning when I found the
previously nailed to a tree trap on the ground complete with the corpse of an unwary flyer. I will continue
to mount the traps in the trees in the hopes of ending more flyers' lives.
All that for this,
after very careful planning of what I would need for my project, clearing out one of two closets required
to keep my Miss Phyllis happy, somehow managing to get my 180 pound frame through a 16 by 15 inch opening
in the ceiling of the wife's closet, I at long last and for the first time got into the very restricted
space over our upstairs bedroom. I had a nice big breakfast prior to the project should I get trapped.
I reminded Phyllis that the number to call was 911, kissed her goodbye and refreshed her memory of what
music I want played at my funeral. She assured me that if I could get in then I could get out to which
I responded that is true unless I am seriously injured, a likely possibility. With that she wished me
a fond farewell making some sort of comment like thanks for the good life and good times we have had.