We woke up to a morning of relative quiet on the front. The varmints are under siege. Their days are numbered. They will either die in our attic from poison or being caught in a trap, or they will die after breaking out.
We found out yesterday that we really dodged a bullet here. It turns out that squirrels will try to chew through PVC water pipes in search of water, gnaw through electric wires, and chew up your insulation. We have gotten to them before any of these things happened. This could have been quite an ordeal, not to mention a serious financial setback. If we manage to come out of this war relatively unscathed, we will consider ourselves greatly blessed as we consider what might have been.
Half Baked 