Ever since a squirrel couple moved into the attic (which connects directly to my bedroom) and made the big decision to start a family, I've been treated to the most exciting and intricate wake-up noises. It begins with a solitary scratching, shortly thereafter joined by a solitary squeaking. A baritone warbling chimes in, becoming ever more rapid and intense. Then, a flurry of squeaking by the little ones as the song reaches its emotional and physical climax. The squeaking is almost entirely masked by random, aggressive chirps as well as the flurry of little feet from squirrel babies unable to stand still during the production.
As suddenly as it begins, it is over, to be repeated throughout the day (but not night).
The trapper will be coming this week.