The pest guys came yesterday at 3 PM. The neighbors were surprisingly friendly about this whole debacle... Yes, they'd heard the raccoon. Yes, they'd like us to take care of it. Yes, they'll pay for half.
As one of the guys helpfully pointed out: See? That bird shit was good luck.
The pest guys left at 9 PM.
SIX HOURS to set an expulsion trap. In case you had any doubts? This raccoon owns us all.
At one point, the owner of the company popped outside to grab something from his truck. "I'll be right back," he said, and drove off. He returned an hour later with little explanation, and some wire to create a better trap. That was super.
And the cheeky raccoon bastard is still plodding about in the ceiling. The idea is, when he/she gets hungry enough, he/she will venture out through the explusion trap. The beast can easily get out, but - pray God - can't get back in. Once we know it is out for sure, the guys will come back and seal up our neighbor's home.
J, after the guys finally left: I'm 50/50 that this scheme will work.
I should just buy a tiny raccoon bed for the nursery and call it a day. Maybe Ninja would enjoy a raccoon brother or sister.
In other news: I bought cellulite firming gel yesterday to cheer myself up.
We may have reached a new low, kids.
But I am looking forward to better days, and a beautiful baby Ninja.
Busty HV and Jim Eisenreich, of the '93 Phils.