it was dark and VERY foggy and precipitating but because occasionally Rocky would test the bars of his cage and I was *certain* he'd figure out how to use his tiny hands to free himself and then run amok inside Dad's Soul.
Right now, we have a three step plan in place to hopefully curb, if not flat out stop, the rodent rager in the attic. Step one: traps. Step two: later in the spring, we're going to cut down as much of the vegetation around the house as possible (of course there's cables going into the house that I've seen squirrels run along, so this might not help a ton). Step three: shockingly, Dad's actually considering replacing the roof later this year. That might help in sealing up any entrances into the attic.
