I had a nice home tucked into some pine trees. My (now ex) wife liked to watch the red squirrels at the bird feeder. I ended up taking a job a couple hundred miles away. We divorced and were in the process of trying to sell the house. I got a phone call from the ex (who lived less than 30 minutes away with her new husband). Turns out the realtor had scheduled a showing and walked the prospective buyers into the livingroom and found that a red squirrel had chewed its way through the dryer vent and spent a week or so living in the house and trying to get out through the wood/glass french doors. I was volunteered to drive back, kill the squirrel, clean the mess and repair the damage. I no longer care to even ask about non-lethal options for red squirrels.
I asked the ex, "So, are they going to make an offer?" They did not.
I asked the ex, "So, are they going to make an offer?" They did not.
