We have a small animal living in our attic. He’s been there off and on for the past month or so. We aren’t sure what it is, exactly. Every time we hear him and try to climb up in the attic to see him, he runs out through a small hole in our siding that no one seems to be able to find except him.
Oddly, I am not scared of whatever it is. I’m sure it’s a squirrel. Or maybe a chipmunk.
Speaking of chipmunks, remember that time there was a chipmunk in our house in Connecticut???? I was walking up the stairs to put something in the guest bedroom and suddenly I was face to face with a chipmunk! I don’t know who was more scared – me or the ‘munk. He took off running into the guest bedroom and I took off running and screaming downstairs. Chris was stuck in his car for twelve hours on the side of the road that night in a blizzard, and I piled every piece of furniture from the ground floor of our house on the stairs to keep the chipmunk from coming downstairs and finding me. Chris kept calling me to give me important blizzard updates like, “I’m freezing and I think I’m about to run out of gas,” and I would nod along while staring upstairs, saying things like, “That’s nice, dear, do you think chipmunks can smell fear?”
(These are the steps at our old house. Look how fat Lucy was! She looks like a body builder with no neck!)
Anyway, what’s in our attic now might be a chipmunk. But I haven’t seen him and he hasn’t seen me, so we are A-OK at the moment.
Unfortunately, our dogs are not okay with this situation. At night, the mystery vermin gets really active and starts running circles in the attic. His little nails scratch our ceiling right above our bedroom, where the dogs sleep. Or, try to sleep, these days. All night long, Big Molly paces around the bedroom, staring at the ceiling.
And then she growls.
And then Lucy barks.
And then we yell at them both.
And then the vermin moves again.
And then they both bark.
And then the kids wake up.
And then I hit Chris with my elbow and snap, “YOU HAVEN’T GOTTEN THAT THING OUT OF THE ATTIC YET?????”
Let me tell you… This little thing is causing big problems in my house. And I’m tired of waiting for Chris to crawl up there and chase him out. Tomorrow, I’m going up there myself with a little trap in one hand (the catch and release kind), a flashlight in the other, and a football helmet on my head.
I’m goin’ vermin huntin’.