Roof Rats@!

God Damn Roof Rats kept me up last night!!!
Finally at 1 a.m. I had had quite enough, no sense in deluding myself anymore, those aren't birds up there.
"Be quite up there!!! SHUT UP! SHUT IT!" -- pound on the wall a bit. --
--more roof scratching--
So I got out of bed, put on my headlamp, and got up on my roof to find those suckers.
I imagine my neighbors think I'm a bit weird.
My initial thought was to try and foam them to death with a can of "Good Stuff" but the can had apparently expired and was no longer good nor foaming. I retreated back to the kitchen to find that the only other choice at that hour was a can of WD-40. After staring at the can for a few minutes and considering the delivery logistics of its little red straw, I declined.
6 a.m. rolls around and I'm first at the Home Depot. I got the Green Cubes of Death(tm), rat traps, sticky traps, another can of spray foam, basically anything I think might be remotely helpful.
7 a.m. It's still a little dark out and I'm back on my roof with my headlamp. Santa has come early and he brings spray foam and Green Cube-o-Death for all the good little girl and boy rats. The neighbor across the street sees me on his way out and stops in his doorway, unsure.

-JD