so i think we have a rodent problem.
normally i sleep with earplugs in, but friday night/saturday morning, i forgot to put them in when i got home. i was awoken at 6 a.m. or so by lots of little rumblings and paddings and scratchings and squeakings. IN THE WALL ABOVE MY BED.
my first bleary thought was, "how long might it take before a rat figures out a way to chew through plaster, land on my face, and EAT MY EYES?"
anyway, i've decided to wait and see physical evidence of rodents actually being *in* the house before i freak out too much. but still. shudder.
(p.s. - i like my post title. see, it's good, because, the rats, you know, are beating on my wall. and it's also a lyric from the walkmens' "the rat." so it works on so many levels.)