All I done was fire up the wood stove at the camp and the party started. Pitter patter of many feet dancing in the attic. Nuts rolling across the floor, chatter of conversation. I thought it might be Saturday night bowling in the camp attic. Then I read that February is the annual mating season of the flying squirrel. Ramona and I watched a movie about pissed off squirrels doing a little nut cracking of a different type. Not sure now about smoking them out in the spring.Flying squirrels eat meat to so at least they keep the insects down.Another thing about that old house. I have never seen any sign of mice.Still that upstairs attic gets noisy when the party starts.