You know, when we first heard the scratching in the attic, we viewed the whole thing as a hassle. An ordeal. When I looked up from building the tub surround one day and saw a little guy watching me from above (the ceiling drywall wasn't installed at the time) my heart softened and my mind opened a little. I didn't know what it was. We called a wildlife removal service and they guided us to the idea of live trapping and the need for overwintering. They left us some traps, we bought some peanut butter, and we were in business. In the end, what was at first a nuisance has turned into one of the great heart opening adventures of our lives.
Maybe your little guy needs a same-sex companion? I gather that flyers are more common in your neck of the woods. RE Wheels in the trees, yes indeed. Anything we can do to repay for the joy these little guys have brought us.
Jamie and Pam