After hearing scratching noises on the roof, Papa and Otis checked for raccoons. No ring-tailed bandits were in sight, but the telltale signs of their work was there. One or more had torn shingles into pieces to get to the underlying decking, where they'd chewed an 8-10" wide hole.
Another clue that we'd had night visitors was the wads of insulation they'd tossed into the yard. Papa sprayed the insulation with a Tabasco sauce/dish soap mixture, stuffed it back in the holes, and covered the holes with metal flashing. We've not heard from the rascals since.
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