We just had our house painted. There’s a place outside our bedroom under the eaves where raccoons have managed to chew/claw their way into the attic on occasion. I’ve told you about those problems before. They inspired my picture book, A PERFECT HOME FOR A FAMILY.
We have the usual point of entry blocked off with heavy wire screen but even so the raccoons love to gnaw at it until some nights I jump out of bed and run outside yelling and flashing lights until I manage to interrupt the break-in.
When our painter was working on that spot, he discovered something that one would never expect to find at roof level: a turtle. A very dead and mummified turtle. Wedged under the screen where a raccoon of the past left it. These are strong animals with great dexterity and cunning. But dragging a good sized turtle up a vertical wall for a midnight snack? Whoa! I’m going to start sending Sandy out to scare them away.