Squirrel-a-touille

This morning we awoke to the sounds of scratching above our heads. In the past there has been a squirrel who likes to rummage in our gutter outside our bedroom. But a few times since the summer there's been a more internal sound of digging and scratching. Fortunately it didn't start till a little before 7 this morning, and Dave (being the man of the house that he is, and ever so astute) sat up in bed and declared in a sleepy voice, "That's an animal."
He immediately got up, got a flashlight, and some pants (fortunately), and went outside to check the gutter. No such luck. He then pulled down the attic stairs and ascended to inspect. As I continued to lie in bed listening, the little guy didn't seem to notice or care about Dave's presence in the attic. The scratching never let up. In my mind I pictured it like a scene out of Ratatouille, with a million little eyeballs suddenly looking up at him and then scurrying across the attic floor. (Fortunately he didn't have his shotgun with him)
Well, he never did find the critter, being that the section above our bedroom is sealed off with insulation. But he did return with 2 buckets full of water from the 2 holes in our roof, which we so cleverly discovered about a month ago, after our chandelier was leaking... ok, it was more like a fountain...
From now on we will refer to them (the 2 holes) as SAP's: squirrel access points.
The roofer comes today.
Dave says that he thinks perhaps the squirrel was sent by God to remind us to check the buckets, which, with one more heavy rain, may have resulted in another chandelier shower. :)