Oh, the memories this story brings back.
When I was a youngster back home on the farm, one day my cat drug in a “dead” squirrel. Being the kind-hearted youngster I once was, I made the cat hand over the “dead” squirrel, and as soon as I had the squirrel safely in my hands, the possum playing little bastard came to life, about bit my thumb off and ran up a nearby tree. I went and got my rifle and have been an avid squirrel hunter since.
I ended up pumping carbon monoxide from my car into the attic with a hose.
Bye Bye squirrels.