>As a lot of you know, I’ve been hearing interesting noises coming from my attic since moving into my new little house.
Before I moved in, the house was vacant for a number of months, so it wasn’t a big surprise to find the house pretty dirty. My parents and I did the best we could to clean up the place before moving everything in.
And theeeen, I started to hear banging above my head. I had never been in the attic, so I was pretty weirded out. I could hear things being moved, I could hear little thumps, and I could hear pounding.
After a few days of this, my dad put a humane large animal trap up there. I kept hearing noises and was hoping whatever it was up there got trapped, but when dad came to check it a week or so later, nothing was in the trap.
|empty, empty trap. nobody in my attic likes the apple with peanut butter as much as I do?|
This is the point where I get a little creeped. Whyyy am I hearing noises? Is there a bearded homeless man living in my attic? Is there a ghost? Oh, help.
I decided I either needed and exterminator or a ghostbusters. Duh-duh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh…duh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh, nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh…
“I ain’t afraid’a no ghosts.”
|are you in my attic?|
The straw that broke the camel’s back (and the reason for my calling the exterminator) was the
poop early birthday present someone left me in my hallway on Tuesday.
|not the kind of birthday gift I had in mind|
After looking at the poopies in my hallway yesterday, he told me I must have rats.
After checking out the attic and the holes in my roof leading into the house, he determined that I not only have rats playing my attic, but squirrels as well.
|go get’cha own house, suckaaa|
Yet another reason this girl needs a puppy! 😉 After all the traps around my house/attic right now, I’, willing to bet the squirrels are looking more like this…
|you’re gonna wish you never invaded my attic.|