So what's next? I'm sitting in my daughter's vacated bedroom relaxing in her reading chair with my little cat by my side. Suddenly the cat stares up at the ceiling. I stare up at the ceiling and see nothing but hear...munch munch munch.
AHHHHH! I pound the wall...... hoping I can scare whatever it is out of my attic. My cat meows at the ceiling. There's a moment of silence....then munch munch munch.
Okay...what could be more irritating than sitting in your reading chair and hearing your house being EATEN by a rodent.?? I jumped up ready to investigate ...but my men folks could not be motivated to come with me......and I didn't want to go meet the muncher alone...I had Hitchcock-type visions of opening the attic door and having something jump on my head and start munching on my neck. So I moved to another part of the house to read and avoid the sound.
Today, after numerous meetings for the community project, I come home and decided to just take some deep breaths in the reading chair before beginning some laser focused work. I closed my eyes......took a deep breath......MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH.....
AHHHHH! This time I'm mad (and full of a venti double shot mocha cappuccino)....I grab a broom....I'm ready to fight.
I open my attic door and find a beloved Easter basket that belonged to my daughter shredded.
I climb the creepy little staircase up to the outer most part of the attic....the part that has only white fluffy insulation in giant heaps all over. But I can't see a thing....and the floor boards don't go back far enough for me to actually examine the spot above my daughter's bedroom. I'm really pissed now. Not only is this not going to be easy....but I'll probably have to call an exterminator....can we all say Cah Ching$$$!
I'm just about to leave the attic when I spy one of my storage boxes against the wall. The cover has been tossed to the side. I step closer.......AHHHH!.....the @#@$!@ rodents have eaten MY TAXES! They've shredded part of my tax records!!! There are at least 50 boxes in the attic.....baby mementos, holiday decorations, stuff.....and the rodents have picked my tax box....no less at tax time!!!!......
This is war.....in one week when my project is over.....I'm going to find the meanest looking exterminators in the south.....people who have never ever entertained a kind thought towards a rodent....and we're going to catch us some varmints.....and it ain't gonna be pretty.
Proof for the tax man in case I get audited.
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