"I don't have any idea if a coon can climb up a rope."
So says my neighbor, who has been brought in as an expert on our little problem, as you might want to call it.
Apparently, my mom had been hearing noises in the chimney while we were in London. My dad finally agreed to get up on the roof and look in, because my mom spent last night in my bed as a consequence of the noises were keeping her up.
Anyway, it turns out we either have one coon or a family, but probably it's just a mother who's pregnant (isn't that nice?). Anyway, we may soon have a family if we don't get her (them?) out.
Of course, instead of getting involved with the whole problem, I looked the issue up on the internet and went back to my room to blog (shutting my door tightly after me). At my suggestion (aka the internet's), we are playing loud music and shining lights down the chimney. And my dad decided to drop a rope down, although the neighbor obviously doubts its feasibility.