Re the squirrels, my parents had them in the loft a few years ago, and I’m not joking, the advice was to buy a humane trap catch one at a time and drown them in a big bin of water with something heavy on top to keep the cage submerged. My lovely, kind, sweet parents were aghast, we can’t possibly do that etc etc. they bought their house back off the bank many years ago, but are retired. The pest control companies charge was astronomical, and would be lengthy as you have to wait around to trap them, or poison them and risk them rotting above your head etc.
They bought the trap, started to catch them and driving to the local park and releasing them. Within the week the little
guys came back. My parents were so frustrated and sleep deprived they tried the drowning technique, obviously effective, I went to meet mum for a coffee and I’ll never forget when asking my darling, beautiful mother how squirrel disposal was going she looked me dead in the eye and defiantly said “I’m doing about 3 a day, they’re almost gone”
it was terrifying how desensitised she’d become to it
. Needs must I suppose. Squirrels are, after all, rats with cuter outfits.
So aye, Mario, there is something you can do, and if my parents in their late 60’s can. You should, you waste of space. Stop expecting the council to do everything for you.
You
bleeping fan.
