There are a family of squirrels wintering in the attic of our rental property. Every night I drive over there from Kingston and set traps. No matter the bait, the cages are always empty when I get back there, and it’s driving me crazy. Peanut butter, bird seed, various fruits, nothing.
All for naught. It’s driving me crazy. And I can’t catch them.
I can’t catch them, I can’t catch them.