Last Saturday it became apparent that something had gotten into our attic over the living-room/bedroom common wall and died there.
By Sunday, it was bad. When B was home from his scout activity, he climbed up in there to find the source of the odor. It took some doing to find a mole buried in pink insulation: quite dead, quite stinky.
Yes, a mole! What the heck was it doing in the attic? They are underground dwellers. That same day, there was a dead one in the driveway. I thought at first they were voles, but none of the pictures I could find online look like these snouted little guys. I didn’t notice the diggers, but I did notice the snout. The claws could have been up under them.
Very odd.
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Do you think something caught it and then, carried it up there? I hope you gave your husband a big hug and a kiss for getting it out of the attic! Nasty!
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