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Good luck with this - a house down the street from us had this problem years and years ago, but it persisted as every spring the now-grown babies who were born in the attic tried to get back inside. I remember I used to walk by their house and they had these huge traps on the roof, just for that reason. That went on for years.
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We had them in the attic for a loooonnngg time growing up. The damage they do with the urine and other stuff is unbelievable! Good Luck!!...seems every time we got rid of them and repaired the damage...they would return with friends and family.
We had the same problem years ago. The trapper we hired (Trapper Joe?), caught the mom and kept her in his truck for a number of days to make her mad. He then released her by our house and she went up to get her babies and they moved on. The theory was he couldn't trap them all or leave the babies without a mom, so he just wanted to make our attic seem like a bad place to be!
I had a momma racoon and her babies in my house in Lombard. Total of 8 racoons and the guy "took care" of them in my drive way, if you know what I mean.
I don't know that Mrs. Yoss would like that, but he did what I wanted to do. Those things tormented me for days as he couldn't find all the babies at first. He had to come back 3 times and get them all, as they would get hungry, they would make more and more noise. Drove my dog crazy, all night long....
My neighbor skillfully had a squirrel removed. I'll ask her when I see her to see who it was. It was handled very well.
How I wish, how I wish you were here. We're just two lost souls Swimming in a fish bowl, Year after year, Running over the same old ground. What have we found? The same old fears. Wish you were here.
Had the same thing happen five years ago, make sure they get ALL the babies...not pleasant if they don't. The guy had to come back three weeks later and crawl 50 feet down the eave. Nasty.