As usual, the title is a Fleetwood Mac song (another brain worm, Skittles). The reason that I am writing about this, is because there is a noise. Actually, it is a scratching noise, above my head..... in the ceiling, which means that it is in the attic.
A little background.
This morning was me time. Time to visit some blogs, add links to my site, clean up things, check up on new stuff, try to finish my book......(soooo close too). While I was doing this, I heard a rustling sound. tchtchtchtchtcht. At first I thought it was a mouse, in MY room/office, rustling around in the recycle bin or in the closet. This thought was quickly abandoned, (A) since we have two kitties who would have batted the life out out of anything rustling anywhere in the house, and (B) I identified the sound as coming from the ceiling fan.
I froze. There is no other word for it. I am a big chicken when it comes to any strange being, who is not supposed to be there, inhabiting my space. I am not a fan of spiders, or earwigs, or mice, or rats, or anything else that you'd like to add.
Now, why it is always in MY room, I don't know. The same thing happened in our previous house. I had heard a noise, except that it was more of a heavy body walking over my head. thudthudthudthud.
It turned out to be a raccoon in the attic.
So now, I am sitting here, writing my little post, while this thing scratches it's little filthy claws into my attic floor. It's probably pooping up there too. eeeeyuuuu.
*waiting for the return call from the pest people*