Our tenant telephoned us Sunday morning to alert us that "it" was still there. She had not spent the night in her third floor apartment, because she was afraid "it" would show up again and terrorize her. Saturday night we searched and never found "it". What gave her the first clue that an "it" was there, was when she first entered in, observed garbage strewn on the kitchen floor, and a nibbled upon green apple in the midst of it all. She immediately backed out slowly, slammed and locked the door, and called us.
Back to Sunday morning...... OK, we're coming! we tell her, then hang up the phone! The drive to Matteson is about 30 minutes from where we live. We get there to see Rick, whom we'd made prior arrangements to meet, waiting for us in front of the building wearing a huge grin on his face, a pair of ski goggles, and toting a cage in his hand. Tony and i instantly took to him and knew he was the man for the job. We enter the building together, climb to the third floor, and watch Rick enter into the closed bedroom door where "it" was. Before he goes in he warns us: "NO MATTER WHAT YOU HEAR, SEE, OR THINK....DO NOT OPEN THIS DOOR!"
One minute later, Rick surfaces with "it"...a wild fuzzy squirrel. The uninvited guest that showed up for breakfast yesterday at "Tiffany's" (our tenant). We wish to thank "Windy City Wildlife Service" for sending Rick to the rescue!
Breakfast at Tiffany's will be for "invited" guests only......from now on!
Tiffany's place, Matteson IL
.....And here he is - Mr. Wild Fuzzy himself!
Yep! there's a hole up there near the vent....no problem, we can fix it!