I've fished birds out, but never a squirrel...
Keeps any warm air from getting into the furnace during cooling season.
Damn phosgene
I've fished birds out, but never a squirrel...
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I get 2 a year. Had one big enough to clog a vent totally 3 years ago. Older boilers hooked to it had no blocked vent switch. CO was 120 in the house according to the fire department. Only thing that saved the occupant was that she was on oxygen. Lucky.
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I was wondering where I left that danged squirrel
Keep the fire inside the fireplace.
in 14 years i've had at least 50 smaller birds, 2 crows, 4 chipmunks (all wet and wormy), 3 squirrels (all wet and wormy), 3 bats (crispy and hanging like they're asleep), 2 snakes (wet and rotten), and a live duck.
I always get the wet and rotten, wormy stuff. Lucky me.
The bats are great to silicone to just above the head liner in another guy's truck. It's just out of sight... until they look up!
Nest is POO!!
I once pulled 6 starlings out of a chimney at a church. I found the one at the transition from the flue to the chimney and thought I had it figured out but I double checked and they just kept coming. Found a squirrel in a 90% inducer once, after I clean it out the motor was dead.
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Where was the live duck?!
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Came down a large chimney for an oil boiler. Made its way out the draft damper. The little old lady said she heard a hell of a racket and muffled quacks. I go into her cellar and there's a dirty old duck waddlin around.
We put a stainless cap with a screen on her chimney top after that.
Nest is POO!!
I bet it smelled wonderful...
I've never found a squirrel in one, but plenty of birds nests, whole birds, bird parts, and a small rat.
I had an MRI scan yesterday.................. I know how that poor squirrel felt.
For someone who has never done resi. What, aside from a pressure switch not closing, would make you pull the pipe to look for critters? Smell?
Officially, Down for the count
YOU HAVE TO GET OFF YOUR ASS TO GET ON YOUR FEET
I know enough to know, I don't know enough
Why is it that those who complain the most contribute the least?
MONEY CAN'T BUY HAPPINESS. POVERTY CAN'T BUY ANYTHING
We're awl pawthetic and kweepy and can't get giwrls. That's why we fight wobots.
I was sure by camouflaging the flue pipe with camo paint, that dang squirrel would never find it, smart squirrel.
Did you post this on reddit too?
Man, dead stuff is absolutely horrible... At my house, the stupid squirrels had busted a good size hole in the wall of the attic, and proceeded to rip out insulation, chew on wires, tear the crap out of the air ducts, not to mention pooping everywhere. Anyway, one winter, every time the heat came on, a really awful stench came down. So my mom sent me up there one day to check it out and survey the damage. I found two shriveled up, half rotted squirrel carcasses up there, which I then had to pick up and carry off. I can definitely sympathize with the comments about getting the gross jobs. Every time one of our cats killed a lizard, bird, mouse, mole, whatever, I got to clean up the blood and guts because my mom wouldn't touch it. How lovely.
About 7 years ago, like a biblical plague the squirrel population exploded. I have a nice one story deck off the back of the house, it's shaded by a pear tree. That summer besides ripping holes in the roof soffits trying to get in, one particular demon possessed squirrel took to eating every damn pear. One bite and then move on to another, finally I decided to blast him with my 22 rifle. Smart Son of a Squirrel, the moment he saw the rifle; gone in a flash, and the moment I put the rifle away, back at the pears. I shot 52 squirrels that summer (when the neighbors weren't looking) not exactly legal shooting a rifle in our lib town.
At the end of the summer we had some new friends over, a banker and his wife. While I was getting a couple more beers, my wife started telling the story of the pear killing squirrel.
I came back at the end of the story when the banker's wife quipped; "Is that the squirrel there eating the last pear?"
Not thinking, I ran inside grabbed the rifle, this time the squirrel was a little too cocky and headed to the peak of the roof. I could see just the top of his head sticking up, I hoisted myself on top of the railing took aim and squeezed off a round.
The bankers wife was horrified, asking what if you missed where would the bullet go? It could hit somebody a mile away! My wife said, don't worry he is a very good shot (actually horrified), just then the squirrel came rolling off the side of the roof. Lucky it missed landing on the deck and fell behind some bushes.
Silence kind of reigned for the rest of the night, just a little small talk. I figured I was in deep crap, until the next week when this showed up in the mail.
The banker and I are good friends, his wife and mine get along pretty well, apparently they are both from some wacky families.
Sorry about the turned picture, no matter how I tried this is the way it uploaded.
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Tree rat. I couldnt keep a straight face for ten minutes after I figured out what was implied.. thanks for this.