Oh I've got to tell y'all about the animal control guy that came to our store one day when we had a bat flying around. They lived upstairs between the antique tin ceiling and the rafters on the top floor in our pre1900s building.
Anyway, somebody called animal control and the fellow shows up in a hazmat suit looking like a storm trooper out of Star Wars. Then he's so paranoid about dying of rabies he wouldn't get anywhere close to it. By this time a couple of us with a broom and dustpan had chased it out the door. Needless to say we never called animal control to come out again! Did get them to loan us a live trap for the skunk under the coke machine though.