Varmint Police & Chimney Cleaning

We had what I thought must be an alien duck with claws waddling thru the space between the kitchen ceiling and bedroom flooring. On a Sunday evening. Monday morning the first two places I called said at least a week to schedule me in however call #2 sent me to Varmint Police. Cheryl helped me immensely over the phone reassuring me an alien duck or any duck was impossible, as were coons or squirrels in this type of location. She worked with me to get out that day!!! Yay!!! She and Bill investigated the entire outside of house, inside and identified the entry points, they then got to hear my new roommate waddling around and tirelessly worked to determine the location, then explained exactly what type of bird it was and what the options were (cut the ceiling up!). All I can say that when it came time to pay the service call, I was blown away, they were beyond fair, way way beyond, I ended up feeling guilty!
Do not hesitate to call Varmint Police, there are not enough honest, down to earth, genuinely good hearted businesses in this world and VP deserves the shout out of all shout outs!!!

A new house. High winds. Strange sounds issuing from the basement. Recipe for disaster.
When I heard the door to the basement in my new house banging, my first thought was that one of my dogs had been locked downstairs by mistake. But then I realized that all the dogs were upstairs with me. Cue spooky music!
The bumping/​banging noise continued, so I came to the only possible conclusion a new homeowner in an area near a woods and a river could come to: A critter had gotten in, somehow, and was running around the TV room.
Squirrel? Raccoon? I called the Varmint Police on the recommendation of a neighbor who had had a raccoon trapped in the attic.
Cheryl showed up an hour later, loaded down with heavy gloves, traps, nets… and her two Jack Russells. She went into the basement alone first. Was down there for half an hour. Found nothing. No droppings, nothing knocked over, nothing chewed. She brought in the dogs, one by one. They could not have been more bored.
It turns out that the door to the basement fits loosely in the frame. There were very high winds. There must have been pressure shifts in the house. There was no critter.
I felt like an idiot, so Cheryl made me feel better by leaving a baited squirrel trap behind and promising to come pick it up in a few days if nothing got trapped in it. We both knew nothing would enter the trap, but it made me a bit less like a total moron.
Brave, courteous, thorough – Cheryl could be a Girl Scout!
If a critter ever DOES get into my house, I know who I’m gonna call! Excellent, compassionate service!