The above quote perfectly describes Ratz-putin's activities last night. I thought a beaver had squeezed into my wall, what a racket! And thought for sure he was coming through the drywall any minute. Yesterday afternoon I tried blocking the way Mr. R was using to access the crawl space, thinking he was out. But with all the noise at 1am, he either was able to get in anyway or I locked him in. Something will have to change soon, before Mr. R decides to bring a Mrs. home.