(When I told Amanda this story, she asked me if "trapped in the attic" was anything liked Trapped in the Closet. I told her that I was unsure if there was a midget or a cell phone involved.)
Y'all, the fun never stops here at Melz World.
Earlier in the summer, we noticed a hole in the trim around the front of our house. It's an older house, and we need a new roof, so it isn't a stretch to think that it needed replacing too. Jason told the landlady, who told him to take care of it and send her a bill.
That was in July. He went out of town, and never got "around to it."
Last week, he saw some squirrels scouting out the hole (which is, of course, attached to the attic) and decided it might be a good idea to take action before winter set in.
So, this afternoon, after we served lunch at the auction, we bought some materials and he came home to fix the hole. My dad came over, and in about an hour and a half, the job was done.
Now, as I was fixing my coffee this morning, I thought I heard something in the attic. I told Jason, and he said he'd experienced the same thing but when he'd checked, there was nothing. He said it was just something on the roof.
(Note: roof is not the same as attic.)
Dad and Jason had worked through dinner, trying to use up all the daylight, so they left to grab a bite. A bit later I was in my room folding clothes, and I heard the most awful racket up above me. It sounded like scratching, and pounding, and something throwing itself against the wall!
(Note: the hole was above my bedroom window.)
I called Jason, and told him I was 99.9% sure there was a squirrel trapped in the attic.
He came home, took a shower, and started working on the computer. When I went into Anna Marie's room to put some clothes away, I heard it again!
This time, he went up to investigate - and I've never seen him exit a space so quickly in my life.
"It's not a squirrel," he said.
"Oh, no - its a rat!" I exclaimed.
"No, it's not a rat. It's a raccoon!"
Oh, yes, dear friends, there is a real live piece of wildlife living above my humble home.
Jason said the thing just stood there and looked at him!
I called my mom, to see if my brother had any friends in possession of a raccoon trap.
I called Amanda, to give her the chance to photograph this real life wildlife - and she immediately thought of the parallels to a certain R&B singer's wildly ridiculous opera.
I finally called Cathy, one of my co-workers, because I knew her boyfriend was a die-hard hunter.
The boy has a digital camera hooked up where he hunts, so he can count the deer.
I think he was intrigued, because a few minutes later she called to ask me if we needed them to come over.
They showed up with a giant fishing net.
Jason showed Jamie where the animal was, but he was unable to get it into the net. At one point, I heard Jason's saw, and the next thing I knew, Jamie was going up the attic steps with an angled piece of wood.
"I'm gonna spear me a raccoon," he announced.
Fortunately for the raccoon, that plan didn't work either. He had wedged himself into the overhang area, and he wasn't coming out.
They left, sans raccoon. (Cathy said Jamie wanted to mount it if they caught it.)
We figure the thing is nocturnal, and woke up and tried to get out the same way he got in. Jason left the light on up there, and Anna Marie and I prayed that God would tell the raccoon to go to one of the vents in the overhang and burrow his way through the mesh.
When we get up, we'll see if anything looks like he got out - if not, we'll either be stopping by the Home Depot on the way home (did you know those traps cost $50?) or calling the law. It's been suggested that, with the threat rabies, they may have a trap.
(And yes, we have a wildlife rehab outfit, but I don't know if they only take injured animals.)
(And no, I WON'T be traversing into the attic to get a picture. Are you crazy?)