Half of my wanted to lob a shoe at the wall, the other half said: If you do that, you won't know where he is anymore. And that is even more unnerving.
So I listened to his scratching all. night. long.
And it all reminded me of a mouse story of mine.
Our first house was in one of those new developments that bordered on the Arizona desert. Being so close to nature meant that we quite often found unwelcome wildlife in our living space.
I went out to my car to grab something & saw that a raisin box had been shredded to tiny little bits on the floorboard of the passenger side. My first thought was: Ko-da! But then I realized there is no possible way our rottie was capable of making bits so small. The only possible explanation was... a mouse! A mouse! In. my. car!!
Hubby, very kindly, went on the hunt for me -even going as far as completely removing the back seat, under which, was a nest [shudder] made up of -among other things- sunflower seeds.
We hadn't had sunflower seeds in our car for at least a month, which could only mean that my little friend had been riding with me for a long time. [double shudder] We probably shared at least 6 boxes of Wheat Thins.
The trap we set in the car never caught him, but one in the garage caught A mouse -so I just told myself that it was the same one. Because knowing that there is a mouse in your car is kinda creepy.
Probably worse than a mouse in a house, but still!
We have traps set in the basement & we've put in a call to pest control people. Cross your fingers we can be relocated to the Great Outdoors soon!!