Cute little fella, isn’t he?
I thought so, until I heard strange noises in my attic.
Further research has uncovered holes this little critter and his friends chewed through my roof. Big holes.
A grand entrance on one side of the house, and a private entrance on the other. I fear my attic is being used as a party house along a scenic highway.
This squirrelly little critter is no longer cute.
He’s just another destructive nut.