The picture is definitely not a squirrel. At least it doesn't look like any squirrel I've ever seen. It's tail is like a rat, smooth and hairless, and its snout doesn't even resemble a squirrel. It's a "tree rat" or opossum.
Spring is my time to battle natural enemies. Supper was being prepared one evening when gnawing was heard in the kitchen wall. It was loud and made me want to cringe. Something was definitely chewing on my house. I smacked the wall where the gnawing seemed to be loudest and it quit . . . but only for a few minutes. A check of the outside showed no beastie, but up high, on the third story some siding had been pulled back and there was a hole. There was definitely a beastie in my walls. As we kept watch, we found squirrels leaping toward the gnawing place with mouths full of nesting material. Oh, no, you don't! Not my house! It's bad enough to battle rabbits for my flower garden, but no house ground would be sacrificed to squirrels.
The search began for a pest control company to eradicate the squirrels from the house walls. To my surprise, many companies will not remove squirrels. It seems squirrels are quite stubborn and often return. Finally, we found a willing party who brought the traps to catch the squirrels for release elsewhere. Some wonderful tasting muck was placed in the trap and we began serious war against the beasties. Two, then three, were trapped and taken away. But today there was an opossum in the trap. Was I ever thankful I didn't have to open that cage.
Pest control is one of those things one doesn't sign up for when one purchases a St. Paul home, but it somehow gets added to the job description. My hope is all the horror stories I've heard about squirrels returning to their old haunts have no basis in fact. Otherwise, the squirrels and I are going to do battle. For now, I'll be polite and keep the live traps, but if they keep persisting, they'll find they've got a tiger by the tail!