Upon further investigation I discovered a plastic roof vent smashed. The vent hole open to the sky provided a perfect doorway into our attic. Bits of torn screening hung down the sides.
This had to be the work of a raccoon. Relying on limited experience and urban lore I attempted to handle the situation.
I've heard raccoons don’t like heavy metal music played loudly. I rooted through our CD collection and came up with “The Best of CCR”—the closest thing we own to heavy metal. I put disc 1 in the player which I pushed up through the attic entrance in a bedroom closet ceiling. I cranked up the volume. Then I stood outside on the neighbour’s driveway expecting the coon to pop out of the vent with his paws over his ears. I wish. A raccoon didn’t come out, but the neighbours did.
(to be continued)