Ok. Ok. We're learning! Beavers aren't raccoons, opossums or any other furry creature that mills about the woods. They swim and eat fish. Have a special taste for willow and poplar trees and loathe the thought of the sound of running water. I guess it is their version of tenitis! Consequently, my chicken in the live animal trap was a little off point. There are only two ways to solve a beaver problem: 1) Take your gun and sit out all night hoping to get a glimpse of it, and of course, get your shot off before it high-tails out there, or 2) Hire somebody that actually knows how to trap beavers. Hmmm.....what to do. I think number 2!
I proceeded to call the person with the biggest ad in the yellow pages (assuming size matters!) and with that big ad came a big price! He wanted $269 just to walk on the property and "assess" the situation. No trapping, no nothing! It would be a couple hundred "at least" more than that to actually "do" the job. After a long pause, I spoke only 6 words,"Two hundred and sixty-nine dollars?!" I ended by telling him that I would have to discuss this with my husband when he got home from work, and after I resuscitate him that I would let you know. I would like to assume he did not expect me to call back. The gun, in the dark, with the bugs, and creepy crawlies, was looking better by the minute!
I called my neighbor, who always seems to have a "Jeopardiesk" type knowledge of all things outdoors. He proceeded to save the day, and connect us up with the right guy. So it seems we are on track to evict our furry squatters. It won't be for a few more weeks, so stay tuned. This ain't over yet!