Night of the Living Sciuridae Carolinensis
Nov. 8th, 2007 10:14 amI have my man Jacques here at the Witch House along with his plucky assistant/girlfriend, Lady O'hara. We're standing there in the living room that doubles as bedroom around the perimter of my futon, conducting an all hands audio reconnaissance. I've got the lights off. The radio off. The Fans off too. Not aone says a word. Jacques and I have our heads tilted at an angle to allow the radar of the ears to better scan the room.
"Schzzzz-Schzzzz-schzzz" this quick burst of scratching noise starts and stops a few feet above our faces.
"Do you hear that?" I ask in a whisper. I know they did but I feel compelled to say it outloud as if the act of framing the moment in a question will s. They both nod without breaking eye contact with the source of the sound.
Then another noise, this time a pitter-patter of tiny footsteps scrambling along the attic floor ...
"ppp-ppp
....ppp-ppp
ppp-ppp
....ppp-ppp
ppp-ppp
....ppp-ppp
ppp-ppp
....ppp-ppp
ppp-ppp
....
"Schzzzz-Schzzzz-schzzz" - the burrowing noise continues now directly over a four foot drop from my pillow. There is more noise, something is running along the inside of my walls. A disembodied hand that seems to be racing around on the room on fingers thick as pipes. Finally I have to ask: "So whaddya think - Rats?" ( Read more... )
"Schzzzz-Schzzzz-schzzz" this quick burst of scratching noise starts and stops a few feet above our faces.
"Do you hear that?" I ask in a whisper. I know they did but I feel compelled to say it outloud as if the act of framing the moment in a question will s. They both nod without breaking eye contact with the source of the sound.
Then another noise, this time a pitter-patter of tiny footsteps scrambling along the attic floor ...
....ppp-ppp
ppp-ppp
....ppp-ppp
ppp-ppp
....ppp-ppp
ppp-ppp
....ppp-ppp
ppp-ppp
....
"Schzzzz-Schzzzz-schzzz" - the burrowing noise continues now directly over a four foot drop from my pillow. There is more noise, something is running along the inside of my walls. A disembodied hand that seems to be racing around on the room on fingers thick as pipes. Finally I have to ask: "So whaddya think - Rats?" ( Read more... )