[SigKapSweetie]

I lived in a top-floor apartment in Tampa and there were ducks nesting in a hole in the soffit leading to my attic. No, really. Three times a year, the eggs would hatch and the little ducklings would peep-peep-peep all day long, clearly audible through the ceiling, driving my cats absolutely wild. Once one of the eggs broke up there in the middle of summer. The smell was indescribable.

I had maintenance patch that soffit twice, but the giant duck kept pecking at it until it broke again and opened a hole to get back into the attic. I was delighted to finally move out of that place. The cats, however, were devastated.