Trouble, that is what these 3 little monsters, were, are, and will be. I removed them from an attic early this week after catching their very angry mother. They had wedged themselves into the farthest possible corner right on the edge of the soffit. I managed to grab the big one with my welding glove on, who then proceed to urinate with terrified abandon on everything within blast range. However, his brother and sister managed to roll just out of range. So I had to trudge back through the attic with number 1 in tow and to the truck. I rigged a catch pole that wouldn't hurt the little dudes and made the hot and fiberglass laden trek back to the corner. It worked like a charm on number two, who made such a loud noise the homeowner rushed to the attic hatch to see what I was screaming about, and he too peed in a slow circle as the bungee around his middle settled into its natural alignment. I put him a cage and went for the little sister, who upon feeling the edge of the catch pole reared back on her underdeveloped hind legs which promptly gave out sending her tumbling, with a thunk and a whimper, into the soffit. So back through the attic and to the truck, from the truck to the roof, and with a few pieces removed from the soffit I could see little eyes peeking out at me. I reached in with the glove, and no sooner did my hand contact fur, did a cascade of urine fall from a myriad of tiny holes in the vinyl. After successfully dodging the unexpected and ranging streams of the first two, it was the 3rd who managed to score a few hits on my leg....