Three weekends! I am not surprised! The first Sunday I tried to snap a pic in the tree sent him/her scurrying to the CD rack. The second weekend my husband calmly noted how perfect he/she looked on the fireplace screen. The third weekend I had a hunch that he/she might be back to the ficus! Sure enough, he/she was ready and so was I by turning off the flash!
I then decided to try catching him to let him out.
One plastic, two tries!