Gilda Radner was right: It’s always something. A few years ago a family of raccoons moved into our attic in the area above our bed. Our roof was 17 years old and needed replacing, which was an expensive way to rid ourselves of the critter worries. I wrote a book based on the experience called A PERFECT HOME FOR A FAMILY, published by Holiday House.
A week ago we heard the same familiar sound above our heads. A raccoon is up there. Don’t know how it gained entry. Don’t know how we’ll handle this one. I’m not amused enough to write another book, unless it would be called REVENGE OF THE RACCOONS.
Anyone have a handy resolution to raccoons in the attic?