Oh, there once was a rodent named Squirrel the Red Who moved into the attic of our fine homestead

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I browsed through Facebook bleary,

Red squirrels once roamed my attic space. They were convinced that it was their place. Fighting and storing food for the winter, Chewing new holes, making many a splinter.   With a new generation born each spring and fall, Their population grew in no time at all. Gnawing and running and bickering chatter- We were no longer able to ignore their clatter.   With a quick Google search, we found Waldner Wildlife. Steve then came out and put an end to our strife. Now the attic is q