This morning I woke up to the sound of pipes being hammered on. Or the sound of water hitting a large glass table on the patio, or was it as terrible rumbling in the attic...
My squirrel that has been terrorizing the house and boring holes into my ceiling was stuck in a trap in the attic. Except the pest control man got fired by the apartment people, and nobody even knew the trap was in my attic. I waited all day for a call back from the pest man to see if he wanted his trap. So finally I just got out the gloves and drug the cage full of blurry rodent panic out of the attic, removing half of the insulation from the attic and dumping it on my sink.
I left it on the landlord's steps.
