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A constant problem of living in the citrus belt is fruit rats.
A fruit rat is just a Norwegian Black with a taste for Florida orange juice.
Which means that they revert back to being normal rats when the opportunity arises.
We renovated the back porch with a new roof and pulled the drywall down from the ceiling to give a more rustic, exposed rafter look.
At the house wall, though, the gaps above the house's cinder block wall where those rafters for the porch roof meet the house lead right into the attic.
A determined rat could penetrate the nylon screens on the porch and allow them access to all manner of places.
So we bought a pile of soffit vents and shaped them to fit in the gaps.
We did this 11 times. The distance between rafters is not constant, so we had to make each one custom.
I also discovered that although it's 80˚ down on the floor, it's still 95˚ with your head up between the joists.
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