Do gable vents secretly allow squirrels access to the attic like a hidden doorway?

Let's ask Busta Nutt about his adventures of the roof life. Being a squirrel, he should be somewhat an expert on the subject.

Growing up, dancing across roofs was better than humans riding skateboards. Skateboards still keep humans on the ground no matter how fast or high they try to go. But as a young squirrel, Johnny used to come visit me. He wanted the ultimate air experience. He'd step out from the second story window and sit on the roof talking to me for hours about his high flying adventures on his skateboard. I'd just sit and listen. I didn't want to brag but us squirrels can really get some real air. One day I just took off down the roof and jumped. When I spread my arms as I left the roof runway, there was nothing but air for several seconds and the bliss of freedom was mine. I wasn't aiming for a tree this time. I wanted to soar all the way to the ground. Johnny sat in amazement. After landing I took a second to bow to him like I had really done something special. Johnny stood up and backed up to the peak of the roof with his skateboard in hand. Suddenly he dropped it and jumped on. He flew on that skateboard down the roof and right off. I could see and hear the excitement of the ultimate freedom even as brief as it is. But the giggles were different as he landed in the grass bouncing a few times. Happy giggles with a few groans added in. But the smile on his face was worth a million words. Yeah, next time I see him, he'll be in a cast with broken bones and probably grounded, for real. But for a few moments he was truly free. As a squirrel, we get to experience this every day.

Johnny was finally able to visit me a few weeks later. Yes, I had been watching his progress and pacing being worried that this human might have done something stupid just because I did. Yes, I jumped off the bridge or roof and little Johnny followed blindly. Even my mom jumped my butt for this stupid stunt. Anyways, We are once again sitting on the roof just talking and Johnny asks where I live. That is where I had to spill the beans about living with him and admitting my family was squatters without sounding too desperate.

I turned and looked at the old ragged gable vent behind us. It was falling apart and missing a few slats. But I told him it was a secret passage way to an enchanted attic. beyond this hidden doorway was a permanent fake snow filled loft of something like cotton candy that never melted. White, poofy and soft, it made the best bedding and you could nap anywhere you wanted. Also, this attic eutopia came with endless nut storage space as well as an endless supply and variety of bugs to snack on. We were never hungry or cold. This was paradise. I almost felt sorry for my other squirrel friends trying to build nests in trees from leaves and sticks. No roof over their heads and cold wet winters they could not stay dry. I wanted to show Johnny how cool the loft was but he was way too big to fit through the slats in the gable vent. So he sat peeking in as I ran around the attic showing him jumping on the insulation, so poofy and soft. No matter where I landed or even fell, it was so soft.

One day, there was a huge truck pulled into the driveway and it seemed they were taking everything out like spring cleaning but this time it was a lot of stuff like everything. Who know that much junk would fit in a house? This went on for about a week. Finally, the truck cranked back up and left. I think they accidentally packed up Johnny too. I never saw him after that day. I mean, Johnny was my friend, not theirs so why did they take him? And why were these new people so weird and rude?

I tried several times to greet the new human tenants and even tried offering them nuts as a house warming gift. I remember Johnny liking when I'd bring him pecans and he'd shell them for both of us to eat. Oh, that was real sweet meat in those nuts. But these new guys seemed to be bitter and hateful. They always had a newspaper in hand and when I tried to introduce myself, they tried to hit me with it. Glad I'm fast. The Sunday paper looks like it might hurt.

But the rudest thing they did was let a bunch of guys show up with ladders. These stacked stick looking things allowed the humans to run up and jump right onto the roof. What was going on? They even ripped out my secret doorway, gable vent, and measured it. It was chilly in there for a few nights until they got a new one. It looked real nice and made of some kind of metal. Maybe they were doing something nice for me and my family since we stood guard over the house and protected it from everything else? I watched as they placed the new gable vent in and screwed it off. But they left before knocking out a couple slats. I went over and pulled on a slat to see if it was removable. Nope. Maybe there was a secret button to make the entire vent open as a door? Nope. And almost got my head stuck between the slats trying to look inside and maybe wiggle through. Nope. There was some sort of wire mesh on the back of the vent that I could not get through. The old one did not have this. I want the old gable vent back. I tried so many things, and finally decided these new guys were just plain evil. They locked me and my family out for nothing. I personally think they might just be prejudice against squirrels. This is so wrong. My body wasn't made for living in trees.

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