We have squirrels in the walls again.
I think squirrels move into our house every two or three years. I don't remember any last year, so I was hoping that we'd gotten it taken care of for good.

Nope. Yesterday morning, Lis and I were woken by scrabbling in the walls. I phoned the pest control people, and they can't get to us until Monday -- and, given that we don't have an attic with human-sized access, this may be a problem.

Last time this happened, they found the squirrel hole, and sealed it with a one-way flap -- squirrels get out, can't get back in.

But, as they explained today, on the phone, that only works in the fall. If they're just adult squirrels looking for shelter, and you exclude them, they'll find somewhere else to go. But if they've got babies inside, they'll get back in. And if they don't, you've got dead squirrels in the wall. Which is even worse than live squirrels.

I told Lis this, and she said that it didn't SOUND like there were baby squirrels in the walls, and we had been hoping to get them out BEFORE they started nesting.

Then. .. this evening, Lis called me into the bedroom.

"Listen," she said.

Adorable chirrups and purrs were coming from the walls.

"We've got a tribble infestation."