So this morning I'm standing out front of my house in slippers and nightgown (bear in mind it's December in Toronto, so not an ordinary thing to be doing) staring up at my front porch roof, when I see the squirrel leaving his home. I scurry to the back of the house to tell Mr. Rattus, who himself scurries to get the hammer, nails, piece of flattened tin and ladder. As I'm waiting for him at the front of the house going "tchk, tchk, tchk" in order to entice Mr. Fluffytail away from the door to his home, a second squirrel emerges, joins Mr. Fluffytail and they both scamper off to forage somewhere. Mr. Rattus quickly ascends the ladder and nails the tin and a piece of board over the hole. This is particularly good news, for the squirrels as well as us, because we boarded up the hole a couple of weeks ago when we thought the squirrel was out and about - he wasn't. Mr. Rattus was up there checking to see that the patch was intact when he heard scratching from behind, so he removed the patch to let him out - neither of us want the poor little bugger to die of starvation in our walls. It was pure luck that I happened to be out there this morning, and even greater luck to discover that there was a second squirrel, and the greatest luck that they are free to roam.