I caught this little guy single-handed, at 6:30 a.m. one Saturday morning. Vortex (as I named him), was making a nest in the wall of the house, chewing on some pipes and wreaking havoc in the basement for about a week. Finally, enough became enough and this trap had to be set (with delicious peanut butter as bait). The morning I caught him, I went with murderous intent down to the basement after he woke me up with some particularly loud pipe banging. I crept near the trap and suddenly, Vortex bounced out of the shadows, oblivious to my presence. I froze. Completely ignoring me, he spied the peanut butter, which did it's job beautifully by luring the monstrous squirrel into the trap. For a wild second, I contemplated how I would trip the trap if Vortex didn't, but then it banged shut and Vortex was mine!
So, though I did more watching than wrangling, I still like to think it was due to my special powers that the squirrel got into the trap. He was loaded up and taken to a nice woodsy area where hopefully he made some new friends and a new (non-house) nest.
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