I feel your pain Grumpy!
When I lived in the country, my house had a tin roof and an orchard in back. The raccoons loved the orchard for the fruit and my roof was their Disneyland!
The worst part is I lived alone and the noise on my roof was amazing. I had a metal pipe for the exhaust from the oil stove on the roof and it would shake violently. I got so worried I called my brother to spend the night with me to figure it out.
In the middle of the night it sounded like someone was knocking on the window in the other bedroom, so my bro wakes me up. So here we are in the middle of the night with flashlights trying to find the culprits. We finally spotted the little buggers playing tag! One would try to knock the other off the roof, so the falling one would hang on to the metal gutters and swing into the side of the house or window. Then he would claw his way back up and slam the other one into the metal pipe.
This continued for one whole summer!! That was the summer I decided to try a graveyard shift
