This image that looks like a cuttlefish with a bobby’s hat on is a giant pee stain burned into the top of my bureau courtesy of Bedroom Squirrel (BS for short). I also have a loosely-buttoned-up giant hole in the wall next to my bed.
While I consider myself fortunate that my bed and mattress weren’t defaced, I’m still completely pissed (lame pun) because this was almost completely avoidable—no, no, COMPLETELY avoidable.
If the hole in wall and cage were somehow contained by SOMETHING, chicken wire, tarp… ANYTHING, BS would not have had the run of my bedroom for more than 12 hours. If a smaller hole was cut and the trap set directly in front of the hole, maybe he would’ve at least had the thought to go into the opening.
But no. A hole big enough for a raccoon to crawl through was cut into the wall and a way-smaller-than-the-hole trap was set a distance away with the opening facing in the direction he wouldn’t even pass. For over 12 hours, he had enough time to do whatever he wanted. So in that sense, I’m fortunate that he didn’t do more.
The fact that he’s a flying squirrel explains why I could hear rustling on one side of the room, then a bang and rustling on another side of the room.
Despite having a dozen projects due yesterday, I left work halfway thru the day yesterday to come home when Mike got here to steam clean my carpet. I wanted to make sure it was done to my liking. Everything at this time is still out in my vestibule, dining area, and living room. I have a giant bruise on my right shin from where I repeatedly kept walking into my small bedroom table on the way to the kitchen.
I got home a little after 1:00pm to see the building in pitch darkness. They were working on the power this morning which I knew, but was told it would be done by now. I use my phone to find my way to my front door. My computer crapped out earlier today and with no power thus no wifi anyway, I took a nap. On my couch because my room is still contaminated.
Power came on eventually and Mike came by at 3:30ish and went to town cleaning my room. When that was done, I washed my bag of extra dirty laundry and sheets and promptly jammed the washing machine. Called him back over and he reset the machine. While we’re both in the laundry room, I’m like, “Any word on any other squirrels in the building?”
Mike: “Nothing yet.”
Me: “So are you going to have to cut holes in everyone’s wall who has a squirrel?”
Mike: “No, it’s really not recommended that you cut holes in walls in these situations.”
Me: “I’m glad that’s over with. Really, my main concern was flea or bug infestation.”
Mike: (laughing) “Well, don’t worry about that. There’s nothing we can’t take care of.”
(That’s what I’m afraid of.)
Now I’ve gotten almost everything back in my room that was there before. It’s like I’m moving. Like the process of moving, this has made me purge bags upon bags of stuff. So that’s something.
And it’s good to hear if I get another squirrel, they’ll try to figure out another way to take care of it other than all out demolition.