Human beings versus the animals
Posted on | March 1, 2006 7 Comments | e-mail | print
So remember when I heard that rustling in the walls?
Right. So uh, it never really went away. So we’re stepping it up a notch.
And I am so grossed out. Peta would have my ass for this, man! We’re going to be mouse-murderers! Or possibly squirrel-squashers! Bunny-bashers! Rat-wringers!
But you know? If it makes that DAMNED INFERNAL RUSTLING stop for the love of God, I will have absolutely no trouble sleeping at night.
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March 1st, 2006 @ 7:42 pm
Think of it as keeping bubonic plague from getting a foothold.
Rustling in the walls reminds me when I was a kid and I’d hear scratching and rustling in the ceiling above my bed. I complained to my parents and they were convinced it was a shrub rustling against the side of the house.
A couple weeks later my dad went up into the attic for something and was confronted by a rat that he swore was the size of a cat. I’m fairly sure he was stretching the truth a bit. I hope he was.
Gah. I’m still a bit freaked out about a huge rat being above my head as I layed in bed.
Reply to thisMarch 1st, 2006 @ 9:41 pm
Could be bats… is there weird squeeking involved?
Reply to thisMarch 1st, 2006 @ 9:58 pm
Then there was the story of the young couple parked at the graveyard. She swore she heard a noise he thought she was being silly. They eventually sped away and that night found a bloody stump of a hand in the door handle!!
Reply to thisMarch 1st, 2006 @ 10:27 pm
Dad, that’s the perfect story to hear when it’s dark and there is skrittering in the eaves!!
Reply to thisMarch 1st, 2006 @ 11:46 pm
Why don’t you just, I dunno …
… get a cat?
Reply to thisMarch 2nd, 2006 @ 12:48 pm
Now there’s an idea! Know of any cats for rent?
Reply to thisMarch 3rd, 2006 @ 11:10 am
This is what I get for not reading down the page…
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