Apparently, squirrel traps do in fact work, given enough time. After a couple of days of no luck I moved the trap closer to where I thought the squirrel was entering the attic. Today when I came home from work, Mason and I heard a sound that sounded like the neighbor was hammering on something. It took us a few minutes to realize the sound was coming from our own attic. With Mason preoccupied with the Wii, I went into the attic and retreived my captured critter. I’ll spare you the details, but after he was good and dead, I tossed his furry little carcass into a cardboard and tossed the box into the back of the golf cart. Then, with the Wii on pause, Mason and I rode over to the woods and performed a small ceremony. I used the time during the ride back to talk about how we don’t kill animals for fun.