My lovably odd boss has taken it upon himself to rid our area of Music Row of squirrels. Our shop has a problem: squirrels get into a hole in our roof, run around between the floors of the house, frolic in the sawdust among the band saws and sanders in the basement, jump all over violins that are being varnished, occasionally wreaking havoc among the employees - you get the point, it's occasionally a problem. The best solution would be to get a new roof. Since that is expensive, the second best solution is, in the opinion of some, to catch the squirrels before they even get into the house (luring them onto our back porch with peanuts and a squirrel trap) and then relocating them to a park about 2 miles away. According to a study by some smart people, squirrels travel no further than 200 yards in their lifetime, so if we catch them and move them away, they won't come back, right? (in a recent poll, 9 out of 10 people think this is ridiculous) Anyway, it's right outside my window, so I get to watch the endeavor from the front row.
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