Ninja Squirrel Home Invasion!!

If you have read any of my previous blogs you will know that there is a squirrel named Bob who visits our garden regularly. We put peanuts and sunflower seeds out for him, and sit and watch his cute antics, although trying to destroy Perfect Husband's bamboo wind chime (birthday gift from his daughter) was not very polite of him and resulted in peanut privileges being withdrawn for a few days.
Bob hasn't given us any major cause for concern until last Friday then...... me and perfect Husband were sitting on the doorstep together having a glass of wine while the two dogs were doing important Sniffing and Peeing duties in the garden. Suddenly Bob the squirrel appeared on the fence with a peanut wedged in his mouth. He ran toward the house, boldly making eye contact with us, then proceeded to run along the doorframe to the corner of the house and rest for a moment on the hanging basket. To our mounting horror, we watched him shimmy straight up the corner of the house before disappearing into the roof! OH NOOOOOOO!!! We looked at each other in abject horror- it's common knowledge that squirrels may look cute but are in fact the world's tiniest form of Ninja who's covert operations can include "espionage, sabotage, infiltration and assassination" (I got that bit from Wikipedia so it MUST be true....) !! Neither myself nor Perfect Husband are keen on the idea of being murdered in our beds by a peanut wielding tyrant, however small, so it became clear that Something Must Be Done.
So on Saturday we drove to our nearest hardware shop and bought a roll of metal mesh and approximately 300 nails. We then had to borrow Perfect Husband's sister's ladder which involved filling our truck with lots of towels, blankets and ropes, driving to sister's house, wrestling the ladder from its place on the garage wall to the truck (not easy considering the obstacle course of stuff in the garage; couch, boiler, two cars, fishing gear, skiing gear, hosepipes, snowboards, gardening stuff, random stuff etc etc...) placing blankets on the truck roof, tying the ladder down securely then getting it home without bringing down any trees or wires on the way.
Next was the task of investigating and repairing the hole.
Perfect Husband is not brilliant with heights, and spent a lot of time ensuring the ladder was stable before ascending, while I stood at the bottom holding the ladder and calling words of encouragement. (He weighs roughly twice as much as me, and although I failed physics I'm pretty sure him being at the top of the ladder somehow makes the whole thing more unstable, making it even less likely that I would have been able to stop him from toppling over should it start to sway, but I figured he might feel more secure with me out there doing my best). Anyway, he ended up nailing a piece of the mesh over the old tattered piece that was there, using as many nails as he could hammer into the surrounding wood without hammering any of them into himself (I stopped looking up to see if the ladder was swaying as it appeared to be raining nails) and then came down and almost kissed the ground with relief. I have to say, living in a country with no free healthcare, I was relieved too.
Bob, on the other hand was disgusted with our behavior, but as he does not contribute to the mortgage he has no say in the matter.