“There’s an animal in the attic,” reported our children when my husband and I returned from a blissful carefree week of golfing and biking and hiking.
We took this as information. Over the years mice and squirrels have been known to find their way into our attic.
Then, while opening the pool—which includes climbing onto the roof to put plugs on the solar water panels—I noticed what looked to me like bear poop in a roof trough. We had seem similar droppings in a wild blueberry patch up north. These were definitely not mouse turds.
(to be continued)