Noises in the Attic

I confess I didn't believe Vicki when she said she suspected we had chipmunks or rats in our attic. But then I heard some godawful scratching one night while Vicki was in Texas. By the light of day I was feeling braver, so I climbed up in the crawl (and I mean "crawl") space and told those little vermin very sternly to get out. So far so good, but I'll keep you posted.