23 Jan In Times of War and Peace
For the first time in 3.5 years of marriage, I took my pillow and moved to the couch. I say moved because I didn’t really sleep. It’s ironic that a few hours before, I grabbed our vows which sit on our dresser and read them to Chris and now I was regretting not having added a clause about this.
“I promise to work tirelessly to rid our home of any animal that disturbs you”
Our home is being invaded (currently, right now) by some creature rustling and scratching around in the attic directly above my head and I’ve been sitting in the other room searching animal sounds and how to secure your attic since I became aware of this.
In our time living in this house we had one ant incident and lots of larger than normal bugs which I choose to believe are all dead now after that spider jumped out from between some papers I was working on this week, but this? An animal clearly making a nest above my own bed? An animal that is pooping up there and probably destroyed some part of the roof or soffits in order to break in? This means war!
Of course, my husband does not jump out of bed in the middle of the night to console me (as I stand as tall as I can on the bed and begin pounding on the ceiling) though he does agree, begrudgingly, to switch me sides of the bed after I squeezed his arm really hard. Even Chloe (who barks at the smallest sound of a car door a mile away or every time someone taps the table) stayed curled up at the foot of the bed.
Updates of rodent adventures to come shortly.
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