Skip my squarl vent if you want to. It's OK.
I didn't mind them much in the garden. Yeah, they eat things. Oh well. Then they moved into the house, specifically the garage and basement. That was a problem - and seriously messy - I procrastinated about what to do. THEN one crawled in my dogdoor and died under my couch. That dead squarl broke the camel's back. I thought a mouse died in the wall or attic, it took me a few days of tearing the house apart to think of looking under the couch. I really should have had that one checked for plague, but it was too squishy and smelly.
Suffice it to say, no more squarls near my house. They can live on our other 159 acres, but the one acre my house sits on is off limits to all rodent-kind.
I do trap 'em if I can (have caught exactly 1), but I think it's ALSO pretty horrible to uproot a wild animal from it's home and drop it off somewhere that it may or may not survive. It doesn't have a home, it doesn't have food stored, it doesn't necessarily know where the water source is, and it's social structure is gone. It seems to me that by doing that, all I've done is sentenced it to a slower death. I also think = what if it has babies and it's frantic to get back to them? I'd rather die than be separated from my babies and left to die in the woods somewhere while my babies starve. Is trap and release as humane as everyone makes it out to be? I really don't know that I feel any better about it.
That's my personal squarl vent. Finding a well-aged dead one under the sofa will do that to you.
Cheers,
Michelle