I watched, horrified, as the guy who was the squirrel control expert, pulled the cover off of our ceiling fan.
Over the last few weeks, I’d noticed an odd smell in the house, and I just couldn’t locate the source no matter how often I went through the house sniffing and seeking. The fan was behind a vent-like cover that pulled warm air up and out of the ceiling and out of the house. Then, the fleas came.
Now, I keep a very clean home. As my children grew up, they always complained about my strict rules, making them clean up their rooms, pick up toys, and help me keep the house nice and tidy. I wasn’t over the top about it, but it was important to me, and it kept my children as healthy as children can be. Sure, they complained about it while growing up, but I have noticed that each and every one of them, with the exception of my youngest, keeps a neat and orderly home. My youngest rebelled a bit, and doesn’t care as much about clutter in her home, but she’s a happy and successful woman, so I try not to worry too much about it when I go to visit.
So, you can imagine how horrified I was to have first a mysterious smell, and then fleas. Fleas! In my home! That just wouldn’t do at all. First, I had an insect control company come out to fumigate, but the gentleman who came suggested that I might look for the root of the problem first, before they got rid of the fleas. So, I called the animal control company he suggested, and my squirrel control expert arrived. He had listened to my explanations over the phone, and was certain that there was some wild animal in my ceiling, and I would most likely need squirrel control services, given the time of year and the location of my home.
I honestly didn’t care about the time of year or the number of trees surrounding my home. I just wanted whatever it was gone. Out of my house. Then, I could get rid of the fleas and go back to having a beautifully clean home.
So, when he pulled back the vent covering the ceiling fan, I could not believe the amount of nesting materials that fell down around his ears. I was horrified and fascinated all at the same time. He had been right. Squirrel control was needed, because it was a nest of baby squirrels. Mama squirrel was running around up there somewhere still, probably mad as heck. He got rid of the squirrel nest, being careful with the babies, and used his squirrel control expertise to trap mama squirrel. Once that was done, I got the fumigators out to my house, got rid of the fleas, and then went in and sterilized my entire home, hoping I’d never have to deal with squirrel control again.