There are raccoons in my chimney – or, at least according to my chimney sweep there are. I know it seems a little out of date – and very Marry Poppins – to have a chimney sweep, but it’s been very useful for me to have someone maintaining my chimney flus for me. And not to mention that he’s the reason that I’ve discovered the raccoons in the first place. It’s a yearly cleaning service, so I know for a fact they weren’t here last year!
We’ve been hearing soft scratching sounds on the side of our house for maybe a month or so, but since we have trees surrounding our house that’s what we credited for the noises. When the chimney sweep came, he first noticed that there was some kind of animal scat littered across the roof, in quite alarming amounts. That’s what first clued him in on the raccoons in the chimney, it was too much poop to be a one time thing so he shone a light down the flu before he got started. I guess, two big shining eyes met him, and he went inside to the fireplace to see if he could get a peek through the damper at what was living inside. When he cracked it open, he was greeted by soft mews from distressed babies, and the hisses and growls from the mother raccoon.
I’ve been on a work trip while all of this was happening, but he’s been doing our service for years now and I trust him greatly. Not to mention that I’ve heard sounds on the side of the house and the roof as well before I left. I’m sure that if I went home and checked everything he said would check out. That being said, I need to get some help. Not only do I need the raccoons out of my chimney, but I still need to finish having my chimney cleaned. Anything would help!
I discovered rock chucks under my house this morning, so a big happy birthday to me! It has been quite the day, I woke up to a delicious pancake breakfast from my sweet daughters with strawberries and orange juice! My boss told me I could come in to work later, and my husband had dinner reservations for that evening; it really seemed like my 35th birthday was going to be my best birthday yet. Except that when I went to get into my car for work, I went out the side door and as I stepped off the concrete pad, my foot went into a hole my very fresh, very hot coffee went all over me.
One trip to the ER later, I’m home with a sprained ankle, first-degree burns on my hand and wrist, and no idea where the hole outside my door came from. But, since my kids are at school and my husband left for work I’ve had plenty of time to look it up. I found an article that talked about woodchucks and skunks, but since I’ve never smelled any kind of skunk spray I focused on the woodchucks, which are small gopher-like creatures. They definitely don’t seem like they could make a hole the size of the one I fell into so I kept digging, and there it was: yellow-bellied marmots, also known as rock chucks, and it looks like one (or possible more) of these rock chucks is under my house.
I’m a lot of things, but a wildlife removal specialist is not one of them, and contrary to what my husband might tell you, he’s not that great of a shot so it seems like I’m going to have to hire someone to come trap this thing. Having it dig around down there is definitely not a good thing, I read that if their tunnels get extensive enough, they could cause foundational damage or undermine driveways and sidewalks! How crazy is that! If falling into a hole was what it had to take to get this rock chuck out from under my house is what it took to stop it before major damage, then I guess it’s not that awful. Besides, I got the day off, and it’s still my birthday.
I have a SEVERE woodpecker problem. I don’t know what it is about my red, cedar house but woodpeckers love it. About 6 years ago is when my problem hit its peak, I had about 40 holes that had to be filled and repaired and I was able to get a special permit to kill the woodpecker that was doing all the damage because nothing else worked. Since then, I’ve seen woodpeckers in the trees around town and occasionally on a neighbor or friend’s home, but I have been woodpecker free; until now.
Three weeks ago, I left on a vacation for Hawaii with my daughter and her family. When I got back, I was mortified at what I found. My (practically) long-forgotten woodpecker problem had started up again. I could visibly see 4 new holes just on the front face of my house, and one of them obviously held a nest. Can you imagine the feeling of seeing thousands of dollars you’d invested into your home, the investment crumbling in front of your eyes as the problem resurfaced? I hope you feel just a percentage of my horror and understand why I am in such a rush to get this taken care of.
I cannot, no, I WILL not let this happen again. I have already hung up reflectors and streamers as close to the holes as I can get alone, and have a Wildlife Technician that specializes in woodpecker problems coming out later this week to start on more deterrents. If I have to, I’ll get the Department of Wildlife on the phone and get another permit. I can’t stand by and watch my beautiful home be destroyed again. Oh, the image of the last woodpecker ruining my house haunts my dreams! Whatever it takes, I’m going to get this woodpecker problem resolved, and fast.
I need some serious help with a bat problem, and I need it fast. Early this morning my son woke up screaming bloody murder. I ran into his room terrified that something was happening to him, when I got into his bedroom I found him sobbing under his covers, cowering away from his closet. I wasn’t sure what was happening so I asked him what was wrong and he told me a big black bird was flying through his room trying to hurt him. I honestly had no idea how to react to that, there was no bird in sight and absolutely no sign that there had ever been a bird. I told him it was just a bad dream but I turned off the lights scooted into bed next to him to help him fall back asleep.
We laid there together for maybe an hour in the dark, the only light came from his small night light next to his bed, when all of a sudden I heard something banging into his window and my son started screaming again. I opened my eyes and saw what did look like a big, black bird flying wildly around the room. Only it wasn’t a bird, it was definitely a bat. I’d be lying if I said that I didn’t scream before I scooped my little boy into my arms and ran him out of the room, shutting the bat inside. I really couldn’t believe it, we have never had a bat problem in this house before, and now I’m asking myself ‘what if there are more?’ I’m even more concerned about the fact that when I sent my husband into the room to get the bat out later in the morning, he couldn’t find it.
I won’t lie, I’m panicking a little bit about this. There’s a vent in my sons closet that it could have gone up, I’m not sure if it leads to the attic but it’s definitely a possibility. And what if this isn’t just one bat? What if it just got separated from a whole bunch of other bats that are living somewhere else in my house!! I know that realistically, it’s probably just one, but it’s one that is missing INSIDE MY HOUSE! I just need help with this as soon as possible, I don’t need a bat problem on my plate right now.
We have voles in our backyard and it’s pretty clear that we’re not going to be able to solve this problem on our own. This isn’t the first year we’ve had problems with them, either. Two years ago is when we first discovered them, we searched the internet for at home solutions but it never really got serious enough that we worried about them; it was just a few holes and trails here and there, nothing we couldn’t live with. We pretty much just ignored them and figured they’d die off once winter hit and we wouldn’t have problems the next spring at all. Yeah, apparently that’s not how that works.
Last April as the snow melted, we found 10 times as many vole trails cutting through our grass! I was shocked, I couldn’t believe the vole problem could’ve gotten that out of hand, especially when it had been as cold as it was. That was when we really started looking for a solution to the madness, we wanted to stop the voles in our yard before our yard was destroyed so we took to the internet and tried just about everything we could on our own. You name it, we probably tried it, flooding the tunnels? Yep. Not watering anything at all and trying to dry them out? That one too. Electrosonic Yard Spikes? You can bet on it. Since we had dogs running around, we were doing our best to avoid poisons or sprays that could hurt them, but eventually we tried those too.
All summer we tried whatever we could get our hands on to get rid of the voles in our yard, until eventually my husband came home with a bucket of Lord knows what with the slogan of “Whatever it is, we can kill it”. Why did I think it was a good idea? Probably mad vole disease, but I let him lay it out. We did our best to keep an eye on the areas we treated and make sure the dogs didn’t go near them, but one afternoon our youngest pup got into a big patch of poisoned grass and (being a dog) she couldn’t resist trying some. She was so sick for weeks, I was terrified she was going to die, but luckily she pulled through. All I know is this year, I’m not letting my husband put any kind of poison ANYWHERE in my lawn. I want a professional, someone that knows what they’re doing and how to do it right.
I have been living with bats in my house for 5 years now, and I am DONE! I guess technically I live in an apartment, or a studio? Whatever you want to call it, it’s part of a beautiful old Victorian home and the landlord rents 6 rooms out; all of us have experienced wild bat problems at least once since we’ve all been here, and one of the renters just moved in two months ago. We have all approached the landlord about it since he is an exterminator, but he says that it’s illegal to kill bats and basically told us to deal with it – and I have, for a very long time.
I have no problem with bats at all, I understand their importance in the food chain and I appreciate them for eating mosquitos. Actually now that I think about it, I haven’t had a mosquito bite since I’ve been living here, I only get them on vacations. BUT, ignoring that, I am at my wits end with these things sharing my apartment. The only time there should be bats in a house is if it’s abandoned or belongs to Van Helsing; bats belong outside, period. You might be wondering why, after 5 years of this, I am just now getting truly angry about the bat problem; well, I’ll tell you.
Early this morning, in the wee hours of dawn, I was sleeping peacefully dreaming about gumdrops and candy canes when all of a sudden, I’m awoken from my slumber by a BAT LANDING ON MY FACE!! I am not kidding! I don’t know how and I don’t know why, but I do know that I am beyond my limits of what I can take – and I also know that my landlord got an earful at 4 am this morning because of it! I have done all that I can, but I can’t live with bats in the house any longer. Either they go, or I do.
There are raccoons in the cellar of our home, and they are going to kill me. I know I sound dramatic, but I’m not! I have never had pets so I’ve never experienced any animal related allergies until now and they are more awful than I ever could have pictured. It’s a mother and I’m pretty sure she has babies down there, if I can get close enough to listen at the vent I can usually here soft animal sounds coming from inside. I think she tore the vent cover off and that’s how she got in there because I have looked around for any other entrances to the cellar and they’re all only from the inside of the house; it was completely sealed off from the outside except for that one vent.
I don’t necessarily have a problem with the raccoons in the cellar, I never go down there; truthfully if I wasn’t having major allergies because of them, I’d just let them stay until they were grown and gone before I reinstalled the vent. The problem is that our air conditioning system is down there along with our water heater and electrical boxes and such. Basically, these raccoons aren’t just in the cellar, they’re being blown all through my house by way of the vents. I can’t go anywhere without my eyes puffing up and my nose running uncontrollably! Not to mention the hives on my skin, it looks like I’ve been stung by hundreds of bees!
I tried scaring them out myself just by making loud noises from upstairs and I turned off the air system so it’s not blowing through the house, but now I’m either sweating or freezing along with slowly dying from these allergies! I need help getting these raccoons out of the cellar and I need it fast. I’ve practically drained my pharmacy of Benadryl and Claritin D but I just lay awake at night, miserable! They have got to go, and they have to leave YESTERDAY! I don’t know how much longer my body can take of this before either I move out or I suffocate! PLEASE HELP!