The ramifications continue. Turns out, when a friend spends the night in your third floor guest bedroom in January, and comes down the stairs in the morning and says gently, sorry dude, but you've got squirrels in the walls, the best solution is not to simply hope they go away.
It was certainly a valiant try, though.
Alright you, little bastards. You go the way of your raccoon cohort. ASAP as possible, bitches.